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Along the banks where
Babel's current flows,
Our captive bands
in deep despondence strayed,
While Zion's fall
in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children,
mingled with the dead.
The tuneless harp,
that once with joy we strung,
When praise employed
and mirth inspired the lay,
In mournful silence
on the willows hung,
And growing grief
prolonged the tedious day.
Our hard oppressors,
to increase our woe,
With taunting smiles
a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise
in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme
the great Jehovah's name.
But how, in heathen chains
and lands unknown,
Shall Israel's sons
a song of Zion raise?
O hapless Salem,
God's terrestrial throne,
Thou land of glory,
sacred mount of praise;
If e'er my memory
lose thy lovely name,
If my cold heart
neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction
seize this guilty frame!
My hand shall perish,
and my voice shall cease.
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10 10 10 10
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 137;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ELLERS
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10 10 10 10
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1869
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 597 | No key | | # 50 | No key | | # 702 | Ab | | # 280 | Ab | | # 27 | Ab | | # 376 | Ab | | # 291 | Ab | | # 691 | Ab | | # 442 | Ab | | # 31 | Ab | | # 81 | D | | # 604 | G | | # 439 | G |
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