And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Oh don't be led captive
From Zion to roam
Away from that city which God calls His own
Abide and sing praises lest one day you see
Your harp hanging silent on some willow tree
Oh don't be led captive by friend or by foe
To weep where the rivers of Babylon flow
And sadly remember the sanctified throng
When asked by your captors for Zion's new song
Songs of Mount Zion how sweetly they ring
In land of a stranger they never can sing
The children of Edom all with one accord
Will mock you for singing the praise of the Lord