By Babylon's great riverside we captive peoples sat and wept
While over all our hearts the tide of Zion's memories had swept
On weeping willows drooping low our silent joyless harps we hung
Their strings were broken tuned with woe when with such awful grief they sung
For there our captors asked for songs tormenting us they asked for praise
Requiring songs that happy throngs on Zion had been known to raise
But how can we in foreign land Jehovah's songs be made to sing?
If I forget you let this hand lose all its skill upon the string
If I do not remember you forget my songs let language cease
If I should place another joy above my care for Zion's peace
Remember Lord how they laid bare our home upon that dreadful day
Though wicked Edom now seems fair her sons are doomed to pass away
Remember Lord the dreadful day of our land's fall and bitter woe
How happy he who shall repay the cruel hatred of her foe
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By Babylon's great riverside we captive peoples sat and wept
While over all our hearts the tide of Zion's memories had swept
On weeping willows drooping low our silent joyless harps we hung
Their strings were broken tuned with woe when with such awful grief they sung
For there our captors asked for songs tormenting us they asked for praise
Requiring songs that happy throngs on Zion had been known to raise
But how can we in foreign land Jehovah's songs be made to sing?
If I forget you let this hand lose all its skill upon the string
If I do not remember you forget my songs let language cease
If I should place another joy above my care for Zion's peace
Remember Lord how they laid bare our home upon that dreadful day
Though wicked Edom now seems fair her sons are doomed to pass away
Remember Lord the dreadful day of our land's fall and bitter woe
How happy he who shall repay the cruel hatred of her foe
While over all our hearts the tide of Zion's memories had swept
On weeping willows drooping low our silent joyless harps we hung
Their strings were broken tuned with woe when with such awful grief they sung
For there our captors asked for songs tormenting us they asked for praise
Requiring songs that happy throngs on Zion had been known to raise
But how can we in foreign land Jehovah's songs be made to sing?
If I forget you let this hand lose all its skill upon the string
If I do not remember you forget my songs let language cease
If I should place another joy above my care for Zion's peace
Remember Lord how they laid bare our home upon that dreadful day
Though wicked Edom now seems fair her sons are doomed to pass away
Remember Lord the dreadful day of our land's fall and bitter woe
How happy he who shall repay the cruel hatred of her foe
Writer: Henry Haffner
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