Babylon by the rivers of sorrow! Hang your harps by the old willow tree. All our joy is gone, there's no hope for tomorrow. We'll never forget you, O Jerusalem! 'Sing,' they say, 'all the songs of your city!' How shall we sing in an alien land? - captives brought away without mercy or pity! We'll never forget you, O Jerusalem! Glory be to the name of the Father: glory be for the grace of the Son; glory be in the joy of the Spirit: we look for the mercy of the Three-in-One!