Happy the city where their sons,
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polished stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
Happy the country where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
Happy the nation thus endowed,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows.
|First Line:||Happy the city where their sons|
|Title:||Psalm 144 Part 3|
|Topic:||Spiritual: enemies overcome; Victory: over temptations; God: his sovereignty and goodness to man(12 more...)|