Remembrance of Church Priveleges

Verse 1

By Babel's riverside we sat in tears, Remembering Zion's pride in former years, While on the weeping willows there were hung The harps our grief had silenced and unstrung.

Verse 2

For they who led us there a captive throng Required that we prepare for them a song; Yea, there our captives asked for mirth and praise, Required a song of Zion's happy days.

Verse 3

O how shall we thus sing at their command Songs of the Lord, our King, in this strange land? O Zion, if I e'er forget thy woe, Let my right hand its skill no longer know.

Verse 4

Yea, let my tongue, i pray, all silent be, If I do not alway remember thee; If I prefer not thee, thought in thy grief, Above all other joys my very chief.