On the willow trees in the midst of Babylon we hung our harps.@Psalm 137:2

James Joyce, in the Christian Observer, December 1809. Original first line: High on the bending willows hung.

Cairo, in The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book, by Lowell Mason, Edwards A. Park & Austin Phelps (New York/Boston/Chicago: Mason Brothers/J. E. Tilton/Root & Cady, 1859), page 325) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Why, on the bending willows hung,
Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string?
Still mute remains thy silent tongue,
And Zion’s song denies to sing?

Awake! thy sweetest raptures raise,
Let harp and voice unite their strains;
Thy promised king His scepter sways,
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns!

No taunting foes the song require,
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.

Nor fear thy Salem’s hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumph share;
A heavenly city claims thy song,
A brighter Salem rises there.

By foreign streams no longer roam,
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan’s flood;
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.