Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Unless the Lord He builds the house
The workers labor on in vain
Unless the Lord He guards the city
The watchmen they will guard in vain
In vain you rise up early
In vain you stay up late
Toiling for food to eat
He grants His sleep to those He loves
He loves
Sons are a heritage from the Lord
Children are a reward from Him
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
So are sons born in one's youth
Blessed is the man
Blessed is the man
Whose quiver is full
Is full of them
Blessed is the man
Blessed is the man
They will never be ashamed
When they contend with their foes