Junto Aos Rios de Babilonia
Bento Alexandrino
By the Rivers of Babylon
By the river of Babylon
We sat and wept
And remembered Zion
And the willows that are there
We hung our harps
And wept
And those who tormented us
Asked us to be happy
And sing a song
But how can we sing
A song of the Lord in a foreign land
But I trust in the Lord who
Has taken so many
People out of such great distress
But what will become of me
If the Lord does not hear my humble prayer
By the river of Babylon
We sat and wept
And remembered Zion
And the willows that are there
We hung our harps
And wept
And those who tormented us
Asked us to be happy
And sing a song
But how can we sing
A song of the Lord in a foreign land
But I trust in the Lord who
Has taken so many
People out of such great distress
But what will become of me
If the Lord does not hear my humble prayer
How many times he spoke
And used his prophets
He stretched out his hand
Today I am in danger because I did not listen
Nor sought in prayer
Today I feel my pain
I repent today I will
Seek God in prayer
But what will become of me
If the Lord does not hear my humble prayer
