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ACT THE THIRD.
FIRST PRIEST. Yes, my companions, Heaven's decrees are pass’d, And our fix'd empire shall for ever last : In vain the madd’ning prophet threatens woeIn vain rebellion aims her secret blow; Still shall our name and growing power be spread, And still our justice crush the traitor's head.
Coeval with man
In want and sorrow groan-
And learn to bless your own.
Awhile the bliss suspend;
Like his, your lives shall end.
Behold his wretched corse with sorrow worn,
Where brooks refreshing stray;
That stop the hunter's way:
Thus we, O Lord, alike distress’d,
For streams of mercy long;
And overwhelm the strong.
But whence that shout? Good heavens! Amazement all!
CHORUS OF ISRAELITES.
Down with her, Lord, to lick the dust,
Thy vengeance be begun;
And let thy will be done.
All, all is lost! The Syrian army fails,
To Heaven their praise bestow,
Before they feel the blow!
FIRST PROPHET.-RECITATIVE. Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, Brave but to God, and cowards to mankind, Ye seek in vain the Lord unsought beforeYour wealth, your lives, your kingdom, are no more !
O Lucifer, thou son of morn,
Heaven, men, and all,
Now press thy fall,
Thy streets forlorn,
To wilds shall turn,
FIRST PROPHET. RECITATIVE.
Now give your songs of Zion to the wind,
CHORUS OF YOUTHS.
Sweeter from remember'd woes ;
Comes to give the world repose.
CHORUS OF VIRGINS.
Love and pleasure in his train ;
Comes to soften every pain.
Skill'd in every peaceful art;
Only binds the willing heart.
THE LAST CHORUS.
Let praise be given to all eternity;
Let us and all, begin and end in Thee!
Thompson and Davidson, Printers, Great St. Helens, Bishopsgate.