A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version To which is added, a Number of hymns |
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Psalm CXXXVII. The Babylonian Captivity. |
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Psalm CXXXVII. The Babylonian Captivity.
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Along the banks where Babel's current flows,Our captive bands in deep dispondence stray'd,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children mingled with the dead.
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The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung.When praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay,
In mournful silence on the willows hung;
And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day.
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The barbarous tyrants, to increase the woe,With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
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But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown,Shall Israel's sons, a song of Zion raise?
O hapless Salem, God's terrestial throne,
Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise.
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If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction sieze this guilty frame;
My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease.
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Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls,O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay,
His arm avenge her desolated walls,
And raise her children to eternal day.
| A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version | |