By Calum Woods
An A minor fuging tune in 4/4 time. Composed 2015.
Text from Primitive Hymns, 1841.
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Written for Ella Cumber.
On willows, near to Babel's flood
Our tuneless harps we strung,
While foes to us, and foes to God
Required of us a song.
When love, and zeal, and joy decline
And darkness reigns within,
When doubts and fears assail the mind
And we are grieved with sin,
Let sorrows yield to Thine embrace,
Let guilt and darkness fly;
Then tuneful harps shall sound Thy praise,
In strains of rapturous joy.