Upon the willow trees were hung,

The trees that grew thereby.

"'Raise, raise your voice,' the victors say,

'Touch, touch the trembling string,

In Sion's manner briskly play,

In Sion's manner sing.'

"Our voice, alas! how should we raise

In Babylonish ground?

How should we sing Jehovah's praise

In Pagan fetters bound?