Syracuse, C.M. [E]
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1 Except the LORD shall build the house
The builders lose their pain;
Except the LORD the city keep
The watchmen watch in vain.
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2 'Tis vain for you to rise betimes,
Or late from rest to keep,
To eat the bread of toil; for so
He gives His loved ones sleep.
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3 Lo, children are the LORD's good gift;
Rich payment are men's sons.
4 The sons of youth as arrows are
In hands of mighty ones.
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5 Who has his quiver filled with these,
O happy shall he be;
When foes they greet within the gate
They shall from shame be free.
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