Scripture Verse

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. Psalm 137:1–3


John Newton

Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779), Book 2, num­ber 52: Hop­ing for a re­vi­val.

Music: St. Cross (Dykes) John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Women of Jerusalem
Held Captive in Babylon
Charles Landelle


My harp un­tuned, and laid aside,
To cheer­ful hours the harp be­longs;
My cru­el foes, in­sult­ing cried,
Come, sing us one of Zi­on’s songs.

Alas! when sin­ners, blind­ly bold,
At Zi­on scoff, and Zi­on’s king;
When zeal de­clines, and love grows cold,
Is this a day for me to sing?

Time was, when­e’er the saints I met,
With joy and praise my bos­om glowed;
But now, like Eli, sad I sit,
And trem­ble for the ark of God.

While thus to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God de­cline;
Methought I heard my Sav­ior say,
“Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine.

“Though for a time I hide My face,
Rely up­on My love and pow­er;
Still wres­tle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a re­viv­ing hour.

Take down thy long ne­glect­ed harp,
I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy pray­er;
The win­ter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes re­pair.

Lord, I obey, my hopes re­vive,
Come join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive;
For God will help and heal­ing bring.