Psalm 127

Dewey Westra, 1961

1. Unless the LORD will build the house,
   Its builders toil in use less pain;
   The city’s keepers watch in vain
   Unless the LORD its cause espouse.
   No enterprise can have success
   Unless the LORD decides to bless.
   
2. ‘Tis vain to waken in the dark
   To start one’s daily enterprise
   And slave till night to realize
   One’s sustenance by endless work.
   For God His gifts on us will heap:
   To His beloved He gives sleep.
   
3. Lo, sons are precious gifts from Him,
   The body’s fruit His blest reward.
   The sons of youth like arrows guard
   The man whose quiver’s full of them.
   He shall be mighty in the gate:
   No foes shall enter his estate.