|127||Psalm 127||8 7. 8 7|
|VAIN the toiling of the builder
Where a home knows not the Lord;
Vain the watching over loved ones
Where there is no help from God.
|2||Vain are all the years of labour,
Times of trial and distress,
And, without Godís love and favour,
Vain the talents we possess.
|3||Vainer still the hopes of Heaven
That on human strength rely;
But to them shall help be given
Who in humble faith apply.
|4||Let us seek the Lordís Anointed,
And His pardon, life and peace;
Souls are never disappointed
Who, through Christ, their prayer address.
|5||May our lives bring light and blessing
And redemption to the young;
May they, Jesusí love confessing,
Swell the everlasting song.
|Harriet Auber, 1773-1862|