137 (1)Psalm 137 Version 1SM
    ARISE, despondent saints,
    Your hymns of worship take,
And loud in praise of mighty love
    Bid every note awake.
2      Though in a foreign land,
    We are not far from home;
And nearer to our home above
    We every moment come.
3      His grace will, to the end,
    Stronger and brighter shine;
Not present things, nor things to come,
    Shall quench His light divine.
4      When we in darkness walk,
    And lose the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our Lord,
    And rest upon His name.
5      Soon shall our doubts and fears
    Subside at His control;
His lovingkindness shall break through
    The midnight of the soul.
6      Wait till the shadows flee;
    Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the guardian of your soul
    Reveals His sovereign power.
7      The people of His choice
    God will not cast away,
And they who wait upon the Lord
    Shall their salvation see.
Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78