Hymnal: The Psalter #379 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: By Babel's streams we sat and wept Lyrics: 1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
For mem'ry still to Zion clung;
The winds alone our harp-strings 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, song 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.
5 If I do not remember thee,
Then let my tongue from utterance cease,
If any earthly joy to me
Be dear as Zion's joy and peace.
6 Remember, Lord, the dreadful day
Of Zion's cruel overthrow;
How happy he who shall repay
The bitter hatred of her foe. Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Aspirations For Church Priveleges; Church Afflicted; Church Beloved of Saints; House of God Longed for and Loved; Prayer Complaint in; Retribution Threatened; The Wicked Prayers for Punishment of; The Wicked Separation from Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: OLIVE'S BROW
Memories of Zion