By Babel's Streams We Sat and Wept

1.By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
when Zion we thought on.
In midst thereof we hanged our harps
the willow-trees upon.

2.For there a song required they,
who did us captive bring:
Our spoilers called for mirth, and said,
A song of Zion sing.

3.O how the Lord's song shall we sing
within a foreign land?
If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,
skill part from my right hand.

4.My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave,
if I do thee forget,
Jerusalem, and thee above
my chief joy do not set.

5.Remember Edom's children, Lord,
who in Jerus'lem's day,
Ev'n unto its foundation,
Raze, raze it quite, did say.

6.O daughter thou of Babylon,
near to destruction;
Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards,
as thou to us hast done.

7.Yea, happy surely shall he be
thy tender little ones
Who shall lay hold upon, and them
shall dash against the stones.