Unless the Lord the house shall build, The weary builders toil in vain; Unless the Lord the city shield, The guards a useless watch maintain. In vain you rise ere morning break, And late your nightly vigils keep, And of the bread of toil partake; God gives to His belov??d sleep. Lo, children are a great reward, A gift from God in very truth; With arrows is his quiver stored Who joys in children of his youth. And blest the man whose age is cheered By stalwart sons and daughters fair; No enemies by him are feared, No lack of love, no want of care.
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