Vito Aiuto - Unless The Lord The House Shall Build lyrics

Unless the Lord the house shall build The weary builders toil in vain; Unless the Lord the city shield The guards a useless watch maintain In vain you rise ere morning break And late your nightly vigils keep And all the bread of toil partake; God gives to his beloveds sleep Lo, children are the gift of God And sons the blessing he commands; These whom in youthful days bestowed Are like the shafts in warrior's hands And happy they whose quivers bear Full store of arrows such as these; They in the gate are free from fear And boldly face their enemies