Unless Jehovah Builds The House


Unless JEHOVAH builds the house,
vain is the workman’s pain:
Unless the LORD the city keeps,
the watchmen watch in vain;
‘Tis vain for you to rise betimes,
and late from rest to keep,
Or eat the bread of care: ’tis He
gives his beloved sleep.

Lo, children are an heritage,
the LORD alone bestows:
Posterity is a reward
which from his bounty flows.
As arrows in a mighty hand
when enemies are near;
So children grown up in their youth
to their glad parents are.

How happy is the man who hath
his quiver full of those!
For he undaunted in the gate,
will speak to all his foes.