Scripture Verse

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. Psalm 137:1


Edward J. Hopkins (1818–1901)

Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­teri­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 380.

Music: Ell­ers Ed­ward J. Hop­kins, in the Sup­ple­ment­al Tune-Book, by Ro­bert Brown-Borth­wick, 1869 (🔊 pdf nwc).


By Ba­bel’s ri­ver­side we sat in tears,
Remembering Zi­on’s pride in for­mer years,
While on the weep­ing wil­lows there were hung
The harps our grief had si­lenced and un­strung.

For they who led us there a cap­tive throng
Required that we pre­pare for them a song;
Yea, there our cap­tors asked for mirth and praise,
Required a song of Zi­on’s happy days.

O how shall we thus sing at their com­mand
Songs of the Lord, our king, in this strange land?
O Zion, if I e’er for­get thy woe,
Let my right hand its skill no long­er know.

Yea, let my tongue, I pray, all si­lent be,
If I do not al­way re­mem­ber thee;
If I pre­fer not thee, though in thy grief,
Above all oth­er joys my ve­ry chief.

The Daughters of Judah in Babylon
Herbert G. Schmalz (1856–1935)