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By Babel's streams we sat and wept




By Babelís streams
we sat and wept,
For memory still to Zion clung;
The winds alone
our harp-strings swept,
That on the drooping willows hung.


There our rude captors,
flushed with pride,
A song required to
mock our wrongs;
Our spoilers called
for mirth and cried,
ďCome, sing us one
of Zionís songs.Ē


Not songs but sighs
to us belong
When Zionís walls in ruin lie;
How shall we sing Jehovahís song
While in an alien land we die?


O Zion fair, Godís holy hill,
Wherein our God delights to dwell,
Let my right hand forget her skill
If I forget to love thee well.


If I do not remember thee,
Then let my tongue
from utterance cease,
If any earthly joy to me
Be dear as Zionís joy and peace.


Remember, Lord,
the dreadful day
Of Zionís cruel overthrow;
How happy he who shall repay
The bitter hatred of her foe.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ps 137;
      MUSIC
      Name: OLIVE'S BROW
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1853
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 104Ab
        # 132Ab

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