If the LORD doesn’t build the house
Those who labor work in vain.
If the LORD doesn’t watch the town
Those who watch, stay awake in vain.
Early you will rise in vain
And delay your rest again
You will eat the bread of pain
But his beloved has sleep from him.
See the LORD our children grants;
His reward, fruit of the womb.
As arrows in a warrior’s hand
So are children of one‘s youth.
Oh how blessed is the man
With his quiver full of them.
He will not be shamed although
In the gate he speaks with foes.
Written by Emily Bateman and Derek Moore
Produced by Dave Yauk and Garden City P&P
Mixed and mastered by Daniel Wakefield
Album art by deNeale Lettering
Vocals: Clara Moore
Flute: Karen Nelson
Cello: Brighton Prescott