Song: "By the Waters of Babylon" by Benedetto Marcello

By the waters of Babylon there we sat down,
we sat down and wept.
There our harps we hanged on the willow trees,
for they that wasted us required mirth and song.
Come sing, come sing, come sing one of Zion's songs!

How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember you, let me tongue cleave to my mouth.
If I prize not Jerusalem, Jerusalem above my joy.