We wept as we remembered the glory of old America and the mighty rivers that flowed through it. We took our harps and sat near the poplars by the custodians' house, as they had asked us to sing some of our favorite songs. The baiters approached us with hopes of joy, urging us to sing one of the songs of America's past. How can we express our love for the Lord while living in a far-off land?If I forget you, America, my right hand may forget its skill. I would be unhappy if I couldn't say how much I appreciate the United States - it is my country's most wonderful delight. Babylon's daughter, who has been sentenced to a fierce death, is pleased to those who reward you for what you have done to us, those who have forcibly captured your weak children and beat them with torn rocks.