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“EXCEPT THE LORD BUILD THE HOUSE.”
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“EXCEPT THE LORD BUILD THE HOUSE.”
Psalm cxxvii.
Vainly to rear the sacred fane,
If the Lord build it not,
The builders toil. Watchful in vain,
The sentry guards the spot,
Unless that Eye which never sleeps,
The else unguarded city keeps.
If the Lord build it not,
The builders toil. Watchful in vain,
The sentry guards the spot,
Unless that Eye which never sleeps,
The else unguarded city keeps.
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Early and late, with ceaseless care,
Vainly for wealth you strive,—
Submit to hardship, coarsely fare;
No enterprise can thrive
Without the blessing from above:
Sleep is the gift of Heavenly Love.
Vainly for wealth you strive,—
Submit to hardship, coarsely fare;
No enterprise can thrive
Without the blessing from above:
Sleep is the gift of Heavenly Love.
Are children thy desire? The Lord
Those treasures too must give.
The fruit of love is His reward:
'Tis His prerogative,
With sons in all their youthful pride,
Weapons of strength, to arm Thy side.
Those treasures too must give.
The fruit of love is His reward:
'Tis His prerogative,
With sons in all their youthful pride,
Weapons of strength, to arm Thy side.
Like arrows, such a progeny,
In hand of warrior skilled;
And with those shafts thrice happy he
Who has his quiver filled,—
Swift on their Sire's behest to go,
And plead his cause against the foe.
In hand of warrior skilled;
And with those shafts thrice happy he
Who has his quiver filled,—
Swift on their Sire's behest to go,
And plead his cause against the foe.
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