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Psalm 137: Sat down on riverbanks in Babylon


Sat down on riverbanks in Babylon
We tearfully remembered Zion’s songs;
Our heavy hearts betraying glory gone:
Strong nobles captured, rich treasures plundered.

How shall we exiled here unite to sing
Thanksgiving songs amidst such suffering?
We languish, spirits broken, for our sin;
Behold dear Father, these sons of Edom.

Mistress of Babylon at ease in pride,
Beware your destiny: to be destroyed;
Happy the one whose hand will be employed
Bringing destruction upon your children.

If I do not exalt before the Lord
Holy Jerusalem then, mark my word:
My lips and tongue shall never more be heard
If I forsake you before your saints come safely home!

Steve Layfield

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