By the Babylonian rivers
Author: Ewald Joseph Bash (1924-1994)
By the Babylonian rivers
we sat down in grief and wept;
hung our harps upon a willow;
mourned for Zion while we slept.
There our captors, in derision,
did require of us a song;
so we sat with staring vision
and the days were hard and long.
Could we ever sing the Lord's song
in a strange and bitter land?
Can our voices veil the sorrow?
Lord God, hear your lonely band.
(Based on Psalm 137:1-4)
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