Fits tune: Hanover
(\'O worship the King\')
Psalm 137
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1. By rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Not joyful, but sad, beneath enemy\'s frown
Yes, we wept when we Zion\'s city recalled
Sat grieving, mourning, our faces were appalled
2. We hung up our harps on sad willow\'s tree
It bowed its poor boughs, no joys would there be
Yet they our captors requested a song bright
E\'en though our souls heavy, encased in the night
3. They desired us be so mirthful and free
Sing us Zion\'s song, that their taunting plea
But how shall we sing the LORD\'s song in land strange?
Our homeland desolate, out of our sight\'s range
4. If I forget you, Jerusalem true
Let my hand forget its skills, not renew
If I not remember you, city of God great
Let tongue cleave to my mouth, let that be my fate
5. For I should esteem city of God high
Be it my chief joy, for there God is nigh
Remember, O LORD, our pains, enemies sore
Who would raze Jerusalem e\'en to the floor
6. Edom, Babylon, you to be destroyed
With righteous judgements to you we have toyed
Though severe punishments, yet they just and fair
For this your reward be, in it you shall share
7. Happy they shall be, who do take and dash
Your little ones against stones, though seems rash
Yet this your reward, even as you us served
Justly and fairly disaster you deserved