| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
By Babel's streams we sat and wept, While Zion we thought on; Amidst thereof we hung our harps, The willow trees upon. (Chorus) |
By Babel's streams we sat and wept,, Stanza 1 |
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| 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. |
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| 2 |
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) |
By Babel's streams we sat and wept,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
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) |
By Babel's streams we sat and wept,, Stanza 3 |