By the rivers of Babylon Where he sat down And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity Required from us a song How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
So let the words of our mouth And the meditations of our hearts Be acceptable in thy sight O-verride
By the rivers of Babylon Where he sat down And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity Required from us a song How can we singing out for song in a strange land. How can we singing out for song in a strange land.