1 If God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What though we rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done,
Careful and sparing eat our bread,
To shun that poverty we dread.
3 'Tis all in vain, 'till God hath bless'd;
He can make rich, yet give us rest;
On God, our sov'reign, still depends
Our joy in children and in friends.
4 Happy the man to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How sweet our daily comforts prove
When they are season'd with his love!
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First Line: | If God succeed not, all the cost |
Title: | The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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