Psalm 127 (Version 2)

If God to build the house deny,

The builders work in vain;

And towns, without his wakeful eye,

An useless watch maintain.

Before the morning beams arise,

Your painful work renew,

And till the stars ascend the skies

Your tiresome toil pursue.

Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare;

In vain, till God has blest;

But if his smiles attend your care,

You shall have food and rest.

Nor children, relatives, nor friends

Shall real blessings prove,

Nor all the earthly joys he sends,

If sent without his love.