Babel’s Streams 126

By Babel’s streams we sat and wept,
While Zion we thought on;
Amidst thereof we hung our harps,
The willow trees upon.

Chorus:

With all the pow’r and skill I have,
I’ll gently touch each string;
If I can reach the charming sound,
I’ll tune my harp again.

For there a song required they,
Who did us captive bring;
Our spoilers call’d for mirth, and said,
A song of Zion sing.

(Chorus)

O how the Lord’s song shall we sing
Within a foreign land?
If thee, Jerus’lem, I forget,
Skill part from my right hand.

(Chorus)