Isaac Watts Psalm 127 LM

The blessing of God of the business and comforts of life.


 * If God succeed not, all the cost
 * And pains to build the house are lost;
 * If God the city will not keep,
 * The watchful guards as well might sleep.


 * What if you rise before the sun,
 * And work and toil when day is done,
 * Careful and sparing eat your bread,
 * To shun that poverty you dread.


 * 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest;
 * He can make rich, yet give us rest:
 * Children and friends are blessings too,
 * If God our sovereign make them so.


 * Happy the man to whom he sends
 * Obedient children, faithful friends:
 * How sweet our daily comforts prove,
 * When they are seasoned with his love!