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Why, On The Bending Willows Hung

Author: James Joyce Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10726 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Why, on the bending willows hung, Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string? Still mute remains thy silent 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 scepter 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 triumph 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. Languages: English Tune Title: CAIRO

High on the bending willows hung

Hymnal: Hymnal #295 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 High on the bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Still mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song delays to sing? 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise; Let harp and voice unite their strains; Thy promised King His sceptre sways; Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 3 By foreign streams no longer roam, And weeping, think on Jordan's flood; In every clime behold a home, In every temple see thy God. 4 No taunting foes the song require; No strangers mock thy captive chain: Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 5 Then why, on bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Why mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song delays to sing? Topics: Missions and Charities Languages: English

High on the bending willows hung

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #396 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 High on the bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string! Still mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song denies to sing! 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise; Let harp and voice unite their strains: Thy promised King His sceptre sways; Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 3 By foreign streams no longer roam, And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood In every clime behold a home; In every temple see thy God. 4 No taunting foes the song require; No strangers mock thy captive chain; Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 5 Then why, on bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Why mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song delays to sing? Topics: Ordaining Instrumentalities Missions Languages: English