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By the rivers of Babylon...we sat and wept.
Through exile we carried on...but who could forget?
We remembered Zion...traced our fallen steps.
Our captors demanded songs of joy, "sing a song of Zion!"
But our hearts were dy'in...remembr'in Zion.
Then a cry arose among this foreign band,
"How can we sing Jehovah’s songs...in a foreign land?
We can't forget Jerusalem. She was our highest joy!
But they tore down her foundations...keen to destroy!"
Babylon presumes to rise higher still. So they assumed.
Yet set for destruction! It is finished! Your path is doomed!
Your lineage ruined! Your leaders mocked!
The lord will dash them...on the rocks!
Babylon...Babylon...Babylon...is gone!
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LAY IT ALL AT THE FEET OF THE MASTER. 

FEARSOME WORRIES FLOW INTO TRUSTING PRAYERS.

 IN HIS TIME HE'LL SEND FORTH THE PERFECT ANSWER.

 HE CAN NAVIGATE YOUR OCEAN OF CARES.

 LAY IT ALL AT THE FEET OF THE SAVIOR. THE BURDEN IS NOT YOURS TO BEAR.

BY HIS GRACE HE WILL BLESS THOSE WHOSE SPIRIT IS POOR.

HIS BLOOD CLEANSES THOSE STAINED GARMENTS YOU WEAR.

LAY IT ALL AT THE FEET OF THE SHEPHERD. 

GUIDING YOU WITH HIS STAFF AND HIS ROD.

YOU'LL FEED ON CHOICEST PASTURES OF THE LIVING WORD.

YOU WILL DWELL IN THE HOUSEHOLD OF GOD.

CHORUS: 

YES, YOU CAN TRUST IN YOUR FATHER'S  OMNISCIENCE.

HE KNOWS ALL,  AND WILL DO ALL FOR YOU.

YOU'LL KNOW PERFECT PEACE IN HIS PRESENCE.

YOU'LL KNOW PEACE AS YOUR SPIRIT'S RENEWED.