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Psalter 379

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Verse 1
By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
For mem'ry still to Zion clung;
The winds alone our harpstrings swept,
That on the drooping willows hung.

Verse 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.

Verse 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?

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 6
Remember, Lord, the dreadful day
Of Zion's cruel overthrow;
How happy he who shall repay
the bitter hatred of her foe.

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  • Psalter Number: 379

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