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ACT THE THIRD.
Yes, my companions, Heaven's decrees are pass’d,
'Tis thus the proud triumphant rear the head-
Ye wretches who by fortune's hate
In want and sorrow groan-
And learn to bless your own.
Ye vain, whom youth and pleasure guide,
Awhile the bliss suspend;
Like his, your lives shall end.
SECOND PROPHET.- RECITATIVE.
Behold his wretched corse with sorrow worn,
As panting flies the hunted hind,
Where brooks refreshing stray ;
That stop the hunter's way:
we, O Lord, alike distress'd,
And overwhelm the strong.
But whence that shout? Good heavens! Amazement all!
behold, the battlements reclineO God of hosts, the victory is thine !
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,
Thrice happy, who in happy hour
To Heaven their praise bestow,
Before they feel the blow!
Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind,
Heaven, men, and all,
Now press thy fall,
O Babylon, how art thou fallen-
Thy streets forlorn,
To wilds shall turn,
Such be her fate. But hark! how from afar
Now give your songs of Zion to the wind,
CHORUS OF YOUTHS.
Rise to raptures past expressing,
Sweeter from remember'd woes ;
Comes to give the world repose.
CHORUS OF VIRGINS.
Cyrus comes, the world redressing,
Love and pleasure in his train ;
Comes to soften every pain.
Hail to him with mercy reigning,
from bonds our limbs unchaining,
THE LAST CHORUS.
But chief to thee, our God, our father, friend,
Let praise be given to all eternity;
Let us and all, begin and end in Thee !
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