1 Babylon, by the rivers of sorrow!
Hang your harps by the old willow tree.
All our joy is gone,
there's no hope for tomorrow.
We'll never forget you, O Jerusalem!

2 'Sing', they say, 'all the songs of your city!'
How shall we sing in an alien land?
captives brought away
without mercy or pity!
We'll never forget you, O Jerusalem!

3 Glory be to the name of the Father:
glory be for the grace of the Son;
glory be in the joy of the Spirit:
we look for the mercy of the Three - in - One!

After Psalm 137, Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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