Scripture Verse

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth. Psalm 137:5–6


Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)

Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, Spi­rit of the Psalms 1834.

Music: St. Bride Sam­uel How­ard, 1762 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of How­ard (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Far from my heav’n­ly home,
Far from my Fa­ther’s breast,
Fainting I cry, Blest Spi­rit, come
And speed me to my rest.

Upon the wil­lows long
My harp has si­lent hung;
How should I sing a cheer­ful song
Till Thou in­spire my tongue?

My spi­rit home­ward turns,
And fain would thi­ther flee;
My heart, O Zi­on, droops and yearns,
When I re­mem­ber thee.

To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toil­some road;
When shall I pass the wil­der­ness,
And reach the saint’s abode?

God of my life, be near!
On Thee my hopes I cast:
O, guide me through the de­sert here,
And bring me home at last!