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Hymn · Psalm 137

Memories of Zion

WINCHESTER NEW · L.M. · words from The Psalter, 1912 · music Winchester New

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Memories of Zion de ut from lights ru mock Zi Zi t'rance to in our on my our on's re 'ry let in God to to tongue in walls quired still cease, dwell, lie; wrongs; clung; do on but rude bel's I God's to tors, we song Zi not fair, sighs cap streams 4. O 3. Not 2. There 1. By If songs our Ba 5. thee, hill, long pride, wept, ber ly be with and re mem Then Where When A For flushed sat ho us mem in on's to lien of ing joy love land Zi wil as for an us the dear I Zi get a one droop peace. well. die? songs. hung. and thee we on's lows we ers a right an my shall spoil winds called sing earth hand sing lone y If Let How Our The me skill song cried, swept, to her vah's and strings Be on for If While Come, That joy get ho mirth, harp ly for Je our 6. Remember, Lord, the dreadful day Of Zion's cruel overthrow; How happy he who shall repay The bitter hatred of her foe. The Psalter, 1912 WINCHESTER NEW L.M. Winchester New, 1896
Memories of Zion de ut from lights ru mock Zi Zi t'rance to in our on my our on's re 'ry let in God to to tongue in walls quired still cease, dwell, lie; wrongs; clung; do on but rude bel's I God's to tors, we song Zi not fair, sighs cap streams 4. O 3. Not 2. There 1. By If songs our Ba 5. thee, hill, long pride, wept, ber ly be with and re mem Then Where When A For flushed sat ho us mem in on's to lien of ing joy love land Zi wil as for an us the dear I Zi get a one droop peace. well. die? songs. hung. and thee we on's lows we ers a right an my shall spoil winds called sing earth hand sing lone y If Let How Our The me skill song cried, swept, to her vah's and strings Be on for If While Come, That joy get ho mirth, harp ly for Je our 6. Remember, Lord, the dreadful day Of Zion's cruel overthrow; How happy he who shall repay The bitter hatred of her foe. The Psalter, 1912 WINCHESTER NEW L.M. Winchester New, 1896

1.By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
For mem'ry still to Zion clung;
The winds alone our harp-strings swept,
That on the drooping willows hung.

2.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.

3.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?

4.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.

5.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.

6.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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