IN vain we build, unless the Lord
By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm cxxvii.
      1 IN vain we build, unless the Lord
      The fabric still sustain;
      Unless the Lord the city keep,
      The watchman wakes in vain.
      In vain we rise before the day,
      And late to rest repair,
      Allow no respite to our toil,
      And eat the bread of care.

      2 But, if we trust our Father's love
      And in his ways delight,
      He gives us needful food by day
      And quiet sleep by night.
      Then children, relatives, and friends,
      Our real blessings prove;
      And all the earthly joys he grants
      Are crowned with heavenly love.