Hebrew Melody

Oh! weep for Judah’s daughters, Who sat them down to weep, By Babel’s flowing waters With willows o’er their deep; There hung their harps in sorrow, Whilst for their land they sigh. With hearts too sad to borrow Sweet joy from melody.

“A song of Zion sing us,” The foe insulting said, Some sacred theme now give us In lofty notes arrayed. Oh how in exile can we Such base demand fulfil? When, Salem, we forget thee, Each hand forget its skill!