#98 — By the Babylonian rivers

1. By the Babylonian rivers
we sat down in grief and wept,
hung our harps up on a willow,
mourned for Zion while we slept.

2. There our captors in derision
did require of us a song;
so we sat with staring vision,
and the days were hard and long.

3. How shall we sing songs of Zion
in a strange and bitter land?
Can our voices veil the sorrow?
O God, hear your lonely band.