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PSALM 137 VERSIFIED

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Feb 11, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 6.

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PSALM 137 VERSIFIED.

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE.
How CAN I sing the songs of Zion When my soul is drear? My harp is hanging on the willows; I am an exile here. How can I, in joy and gladness, Sing the songs of home, When all my soul is filled with sadness, And I in sorrow roam?
How can I sing when earth is dreary With sin's foul blight, When every day my heart grows weary, Groping in shades of night? Can I sing when earth's dark places Their deep shadows fling? How could I list the mocking echo? Oh, ask me not to sing!
Wait till that glorious morning dawneth, When my Lord shall come, When I shall soar on angel pinions,— Soar to my heavenly home. Then I'll join the choir of angels, The bright hosts among; Then will I sing the songs of Zion With an immortal tongue.
Bancroft, Mich.