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Unless the Lord
the house shall build,
The weary builders toil in vain;
Unless the Lord the city shield,
The guards a useless watch maintain.
In vain you rise ere morning break,
And late your nightly vigils keep,
And of the bread of toil partake;
God gives to His belovèd sleep.
Lo, children are a great reward,
A gift from God in very truth;
With arrows is his quiver stored
Who joys in children of his youth.
And blest the man
whose age is cheered
By stalwart sons and daughters fair;
No enemies by him are feared,
No lack of love, no want of care.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 127;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1990 | # 238 | | 1961 | # 291 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ILLA
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1841
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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