Oh, Pilgrim, faith must be thy guide
Across the desert wild and drear,
And o’er the Jordan’s swelling tide.
Egone.
CAPTIVITY.
By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?—Psalm cxxxvii. 1, 2, 3, 4.