Unless the House is Built by God Psalm 127

Unless the house is built by God,
The builders shall labor in vain;
If cities lack His watchful eye,
The watchman's vigil is in vain.

Why do you vainly rise at dawn,
And why in vain late hours keep?
Shall you the bread of sorrows eat?
Yet, God shall give His loved ones sleep.

Our children are God's heritage,
And the womb's fruit, a great reward;
Like arrows in the warrior's hand,
So are the children from the Lord.

Happy the man whose quiver is full,
Within the gates they have no shame;
Before their foes they speak with strength,
The blessing of a godly name.

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Tune: Wareham, William Knapp, 1738
Lyrics: Brian L. Penney, 2008