Psalm 127 Songtext
von John Michael Talbot

May the Lord build our house
And guard our city

If the Lord does not build the house
In vain do its builders labor
If the Lord does not watch over the city
In vain does the watchman keep vigil

In vain is your earlier rising
Your going later to rest
You who toil for the bread you eat
When he pours gifts on his beloved while they slumber


Truly, sons are a gift from the Lord
A blessing, the fruit of the womb
Indeed, the sons of youth
Are like arrows in the hand of a warrior

Oh, the happiness of the man
Who has filled his quiver with these arrows
He will have no cause for shame
When he disputes with his foes in the gateways

Glory to the Father
And to the Son
And to the Holy Spirit
As it was in the beginning
Is now and will be forever
Amen