Memories of Zion

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, 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.

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.

Source: Psalms of Grace #137a

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #703