The Psalter ‎#379

379. Memories of Zion

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

2 There our rude captors, flushed with pride,
A song required to mock our wrongs;
Our spoilers called for mirth, and cried,
Come, song us one of Zion's songs.

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?

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.

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.

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

Text Information

• First Line: By Babel's streams we sat and wept
• Title: Memories of Zion
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1912
• Scripture:
  Psalm 137
• Topic: Afflictions: Complaint of; Aspirations: For Church Priveleges; Church: Afflicted; Church: Beloved of Saints; House of God: Longed for and Loved; Prayer: Complaint in; Retribution: Threatened; The Wicked: Prayers for Punishment of; The Wicked: Separation from

Tune Information

• Name: OLIVE'S BROW
• Composer: William B. Bradbury
• Meter: L. M.
• Key: A♭ Major