Rivers of Babylon
Lamb
By the rivers of Babylon
As we sat and wept for Zion
By the moping willows in her midst
We sadly hung there our harps
Our captors said come sing a song of joy
How can we sing when joy is gone
If I forget Jerusalem
May my right hand its cunning lose
How our hearts pine away for Jerusalem
Golden city of our God
Bitter are the tears we cry for thee O Lord
So far, far away from You
Behold, arise and shine
Yeshua comes, the nations shall rejoice
Then will we all return
With Him to Zion's land
Jerusalem, behold your salvation comes
How our hearts pine away far Jerusalem
Golden city of our God
Bitter are the tears we cry for thee O Lord
So far, far away from You
And now we look for yet a better day
When the Holy One returns
To restore Eternal Jerusalem
And to bring our people home,
And to bring our people home,
And to bring our people home.
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