Take thy harp from off the willows.

Sing a song of joy.

God is working in your affairs.

Nought can his plan annoy!

Take thy prayer harps off the willows.

Pray a prayer for me.

When you are in a similar state,

I’ll say a prayer for thee.

Take thy harp from off the willows.

Sing a song of glee.

You shall not dwell here forever,

In doomed captivity!

But take thy harps from off the willows.

Palms of victory, rise.

Thou who in lonely exile dwell,

Be lift to celestial skies!