Words: The Scottish Psalter
1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept, when Zion we thought on. 2 In midst thereof we hanged our harps the willow-trees upon. 3 For there a song required they, who did us captive bring: Our spoilers called for mirth, and said, A song of Zion sing. 4 O how the Lord's song shall we sing within a foreign land? 5 If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget, skill part from my right hand. 6 My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave, if I do thee forget, Jerusalem, and thee above my chief joy do not set. 7 Remember Edom's children, Lord, who in Jerus'lems day, Ev'n unto its foundation, Raze, raze it quite, did say. 8 O daughter thou of Babylon, near to destruction; Blessed shall he be that thee rewards, as thou to us hast done. 9 Yea, happy surely shall he be thy tender little ones Who shall lay hold upon, and them shall dash against the stones.