Oh, Blest the House, Whate’er Befall

Oh blest the house

what­e’er be­fall

Where Je­sus Christ is All in All;

Yea

if He were not dwell­ing there

How poor and dark and void it were!

Oh blest that house where faith ye find

And all with­in have set their mind

To trust their God and serve Him still

And do in all His ho­ly will.

Blest

where their pray­ers shall dai­ly rise

As frag­rant in­cense to the skies

While in their lives the world is taught

That forms with­out the heart are nought.

Blest

where the bu­sy hands ful­fill

Their pro­per task with rea­dy skill

While through their dif­fer­ent works ye see

One spir­it run of uni­ty.

Blest such a house

it pros­pers well

In peace and joy the par­ents dwell

And in their child­ren’s lot is shownHow rich­ly God can bless His own.

Then here will I and mine to­day

A solemn covenant make

and say—

Though all the world for­sake Thy Word

I and my house will serve the Lord.