We build with fruitless cost, unless

Verse 1

We build with fruitless cost, unless The Lord the pile sustain; Unless the Lord the city keep, The watchman wakes in vain.

Verse 2

In vain we rise before the day, and late to rest repair, Allow no respite to our toil, And eat the bread of care.

Verse 3

Supplies of life, with ease to them, H eon His saints bestows; He crowns their labours with success, Their nights with safe repose.