Song · Page 126
Babel’s Streams
Lyrics
By Babel’s streams we sat and wept, While Zion we thought on; Amidst thereof we hung our harps, The willow trees upon. 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. 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) 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)