Scripture Verse

That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace. Psalm 144:12


Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 393, alt.

Music: Shor­tle Charles G. Goodrich, 1904 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Good­rich (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


O peo­ple blest, whose sons in youth,
In stur­dy strength and no­ble truth,
Like plants in vi­gor spring;
Whose daugh­ters fair, a queen­ly race,
Are like the cor­ner­stones that grace
The pa­lace of a king,
The pa­lace of a king.

O peo­ple blest, when flock and field
Their rich, abun­dant in­crease yield,
And bless­ings mul­ti­ply;
When plen­ty all thy child­ren share,
And no in­vad­ing foe is there,
And no dis­tress­ful cry,
And no dis­tress­ful cry.

O hap­py people, fa­vored land,
To whom the Lord with li­be­ral hand
Has thus His good­ness shown;
Yea, sure­ly is that peo­ple blest
By whom Je­ho­vah is con­fessed
To be their God alone,
To be their God alone.