Lyrics Psalm 127 - The Corner Room

Psalm 127

Unless the Lord
Builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain
Unless the Lord
Watches over the city
The watchman stays awake in vain
It is in vain that you rise up early
And go late to rest
Eating the bread of anxious toil
For He gives to His beloved sleep
Unless the Lord
Builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain
Unless the Lord
Watches over the city
The watchman stays awake in vain
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord
The fruit of the womb a reward
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
Are the children of one’s youth
Unless the Lord
Builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain
Unless the Lord
Watches over the city
The watchman stays awake in vain
Blessed is the man
Who fills his quiver with them
He shall not be put to shame
When he speaks with his enemies in the gate
Unless the Lord
Builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain
Unless the Lord
Watches over the city
The watchman stays awake in vain
Unless the Lord
Builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain