Tune: Quam Dilecta
(\'We love the place, O God\')
Psalm 127
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Except the Lord does build
The house, no profits yield
For without him, they who
Labour in vain so do
It is vain for you to
Rise up early anew
And to sit up late, you
Bread of sorrows eat, do
For He His beloved gives
Sleep, each unto him lives
Children an heritage
Of the Lord, whate\'er age
The fruit of the womb be
His reward to them, see
As arrows in the hand
Of mighty in the land
So are children, happy
If parents quivers be
Full of arrows, offspring
Prosperity shall bring