Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 We build with fruitless cost, unless the Lord the pile sustain Unless the Lord the city keep the watchman wakes in vain.
2 In vain we rise before the day, and late to rest repair, Allow no respite to our toil, and eat the bread of care.
3 Supplies of life, with ease to them, he on his saints bestows; He crowns their labor with success, their nights with sound repose.
4 Children, those comforts of our life, are presents from the Lord; He gives a num'rous race of heirs, as piety's reward.
5 As arrows in a giant's hand, when marching forth to war, E'en so the sons of sprightly youth their parents' safeguard are.
6 Happy the man whose quiver's filled with these prevailing arms; He needs not fear to meet his foe at law, or war's alarms.