Redeems us by his love.

"Barbarian, bond and free,

The wise and the unwise"—

'Tis ours to give and theirs to see

Salvation's blood-bought prize.

We know not 'neath the sky

Who'll gather of our store,

But if we lay it up on high,

'Tis ours forevermore.

THE CAPTIVES

Psalm 137.

Captives by Babel's limpid streams,

We hung our harps on willows there;

Wept over Zion; and our dreams,

Waking or sleeping, she did share.

Our victors, with their battle arms,

Derided, jeered, and scorned our tears;

Required mirth, diversion's charms,

To thus allay their guilty fears.

"Sing us a song" is their demand,

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