On a related note, Ray Van Neste recently took Psalm 128 from the Scottish Psalter and sang it with his family to the tune of "Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing." (I've changed the "thee's" and "thou's" to "you" and "yours"--Ray's post keeps the older language.)
Blessed the man that fears Jehovah
And that walketh in His ways.
Thou shalt eat of your hands’ labor;
And be prospered all your days.
Like a vine with fruit abounding
In your house your wife is found
And like olive plants, your children
Compassing your table ’round
Lo, on him that fears Jehovah
Shall this blessedness attend
For Jehovah, out of Zion,
Shall to you His blessings send
You shalt see Jerus’lem prosper
All your days ’til life shall cease
You shalt see your children’s children
Unto Isr-a-el be peace.
