Words: Isaac Watts
1 If God support not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost; If God the city will not keep The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done; Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun what poverty your dread; 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blessed; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings too, If God our Sov'reign make them so. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove When they are seasoned with His love!
1 If God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; And towns, without his wakeful eye, A useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew; And till the stars ascend the skies, Your tiresome toil persue; 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare; In vain, till God has blessed; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest. 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real blessings prove; Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love.