Psalm 127

IF God the Pallace build not,
The workmen loose their paine,
If God the Cittie sheild not,
The watchman wakes in vaine,
In vaine, is early stirring,
In vaine, late watch wee keep,
Or eat the bread of caringe,
But, those God loves, may sleep,

A fruithfull wombes possessing,
At God's disposing stands;
And, Children are a blessing,
Like shafts in Giants hands.
Right blest is he, that beareth
His Quiver ful of those;
For, in the Gate, he dareth,
To meet, & smite his foes.