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
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6.6. I recently became a great-uncle for the second time, with the arrival of our second great-nephew.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments6
This hymn shows its age Orchi in the last lines where it states that offspring prosperity bring. Now days with the cost of children from hospital to the grave they are a liability not prosperity. I guess that is one way of keeping the population down. A good write Orchi loved the hymn
Forgot to congratulate you and becoming a great uncle for the second time I'm sure you are a great one. As a kid I would have enjoyed you as mine
Thank you SB.
Congratulations on your second great-unclehood, embracing the glory and blessings that come with the birth of a new child in the world.❤️🙏❤️
Thank you Friendship.
Great news Stephen .. and congratulations to all involved 😎👍
Thank you N.
Good write, O🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you A.
Great hymn-poem, Orchi, but I am just glad you didn’t bring up the faith(fate?)ful gluggers! 😅
Thank you T. Agh! We don't want them breeding! lol.
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
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