The boundary line has fallen in
A pleasant place for me
A wall has risen from ash and stone
To keep out the roaming beasts
The work of my hands is blessed
And my storehouse has increased
So I pray to God who builds the wall
And grants his perfect peace
God grant that I may live my life
In true integrity
And treat my fellow man the way
I want him to treat me
And when I pray grant me the grace
To repent and turn from sin
To regard the poor and rich the same
For we all are fallen men