The Blessings of God's Protection

Unless the Lord Himself the house sustains, the builder's toil, yet all their

labor's vain. Unless the Lord stands guard to keep the city right,

the watchman watches but he guards in vain by night. You rise up

early, you lie down late in bed, in anxious toil you eat your

daily bread. But God grants rest, His gift of peaceful sleep,

a blessing promised to His loved ones He will keep. Behold,

children are the heritage God gives, a womb's reward where His delight still lives.

Like arrows pulled and aimed by warriors brave, our youthful sons the Lord Himself