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When we, our weary limbs to rest
Hymnal: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXXXVII (1793) Scripture: Psalm 137
When we, our weary limbs to rest
When we, our weary limbs to rest
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #P.XXXIX (1792) Scripture: Psalm 137:1-6 Lyrics: 1 When we our wary limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest,
And Sion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung
On willow trees, that withere'd there.
3 Mean while our foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish wrongs,
Music and mirth os us requir'd,
"Come, sing us one of Sion's songs."
4 How shall we tune our voice to sing?
Or touch our harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
5 O Salem, our once happy seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The speaking strings with art to move!
6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue;
Or is I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deilv'rance is my song! Languages: English
When we, our weary limbs to rest
When we, our weary limbs to rest
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #120 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 When we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept with doleful thoughts oppressed,
And Zion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung
On willow-trees that withered there.
3 Oh Salem, our once happy seat,
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The speaking strings with art to move!
4 If I to mention thee forbear,
Perpetual silence be my doom;
Or if my chiefest joy compare
With thee, Jerusalem, my home! Topics: The Church Vicissitudes Languages: English
When we, our weary limbs to rest
The Desolations of Zion lamented
Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs #228 (1875) Scripture: Psalm 137 First Line: When we, our wearied limbs to rest
The Desolations of Zion lamented
When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #289 (1754) Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates Stream,
We wept, with doleful Thoughts opprest,
And Sion was our mournful Theme.
2 Our Harps, that when with Joy we sung
Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear,
With silent Strings neglected hung
On Willow-tress that wither'd there.
3 Mean while our Foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish Wrongs,
Musick and Mirth of us requir'd,
"Come, sing us one of Sion's Songs."
4 How shall we tun our Voice to sing?
Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands?
Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King
Be sung by Slaves in foreign lands?
5 O Salem, our once happy Seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling Hand forget
The speaking Strings with Art to move!
6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal Silence seize my tongue;
Or if I sing one chearful Air,
'Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song!
7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's Race,
In thy own city's fatal Day,
Cry'd out, "Her stately Wills deface,
"And with the Ground quite level lay."
8 Proud Babel's Daughter, doom'd to be
Of Grief and Woe the wretched Prey,
Bless'd is the Man, who shall to thee
The Wrongs thou laid'st on us, repay.
9 Thrice bless'd, who with just Rage possest,
And deaf to all the Parents Moans,
Shall snatch thy Infants from the Breast,
And dash their Heads against the Stones.
Languages: English
When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary; or, Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (Words only) #1121 (1868) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 137 Topics: The Church Progress and Missions; Church Afflicted
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary #1121 (1868) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 137 Topics: The Church Progress and Missions; Church Afflicted Tune Title: ASHWELL
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
Ancient Israel
Author: James Joyce Hymnal: Laudes Domini #547 (1888) Scripture: Psalm 137:1 First Line: Why on the bending willows hung Lyrics: 1 Why on the bending willows hung,
Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string?--
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
2 Awake! thy sweetest raptures raise;
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Thy promised King his sceptre sways:
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns!
3 No taunting foes the song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumphs share:
A heavenly city claims thy song;
A brighter Salem rises there.
5 By foreign streams no longer roam;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood:
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God. Topics: Christ Lion of Judah; Church Missions of; Church Work of Languages: English Tune Title: ANVERN
Ancient Israel
Why, on the bending willows hung
Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary; or, Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (Words only) #1123 (1868) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 137:2 Topics: The Church Progress and Missions; Church Afflicted; Jews
Why, on the bending willows hung
Why, on the bending willows hung
Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary #1123 (1868) Scripture: Psalm 137:2 Topics: The Church Progress and Missions; Church Afflicted; Jews
Why, on the bending willows hung
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