Now:
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered you, O Zion.
As for our harps, we hung them up on the trees in the midst of that land.
For those who led us away captive asked us for a song,and our oppressors called for mirth:
As for our harps, we hung them up on the trees in the midst of that land.
For those who led us away captive asked us for a song,and our oppressors called for mirth:
"Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
How shall we sing the LORD'S song upon an alien soil?
How shall we sing the LORD'S song upon an alien soil?
Psalm 137:1-4
Then:
O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest:
God shall be All, and in all ever blest.
Hang in there, friends.
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