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By Babel�s streams
we sat and wept,
For memory still to Zion clung;
The winds alone
our harp-strings swept,
That on the drooping willows hung.
There our rude captors,
flushed with pride,
A song required to
mock our wrongs;
Our spoilers called
for mirth and cried,
�Come, sing us one
of Zion�s songs.�
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?
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.
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.
Remember, Lord,
the dreadful day
Of Zion�s cruel overthrow;
How happy he who shall repay
The bitter hatred of her foe.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 137;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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OLIVE'S BROW
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1853
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 104 | Ab | | # 132 | Ab |
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