Psalter Number 379. Memories of Zion - Psalm 137

1. By Babel's streams we sat and wept,

For memory still to Zion clung;

The winds alone our harpstrings swept,

That on the drooping willows hung.

2. There our rude captors, flushed with pride,

A song required to mock our wrongs;

Our spoilers called for mirth and cried,

Come, sing us one of Zion's songs.

3. Not songs but sighs to us belong

When Zion's walls in ruin lie;

How shall we sing Jehovah's song

While in an alien land we die?

4. O Zion fair, God's holy hill,

Wherein our God delights to dwell,

Let my right hand forget her skill

If I forget to love thee well.

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