We Build With Fruitless Cost Unless

We build with fruitless cost, unless
The Lord the pile sustain;
Unless the Lord the city keep,
The watchman wakes in vain.

In vain we rise before the day,
and late to rest repair,
Allow no respite to our toil,
And eat the bread of care.

Supplies of life, with ease to them,
H eon His saints bestows;
He crowns their labours with success,
Their nights with safe repose.