Psalm 127

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. / Dewey Westra, 1961