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SECOND PROPHET.

Down with her, Lord, to lick the dust,

Before yon setting sun;
Serve her as she hath serv'd the just!

'Tis fix'd - It shall be done.

FIRST PRIEST.

Recitative: No more! when slaves thus insolent presume, The king himself shall judge, and fix their doom. Unthinking wretches ! have not you, and all, Beheld our power in Zedekiah's fall ? To yonder gloomy dungeon turn your eyes; See where dethron'd your captive monarch lies, Depriv'd of sight, and rankling in his chain ; See where he mourns his friends and children slain. Yet know, ye slaves, that still remain behind More ponderous chains, and dungeons more confin'd.

CHORUS OF ALL.

Arise, all potent ruler, rise,

And vindicate thy people's cause;
Till every tongue in cvery land

Shall offer up unfeign'd applause.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE THIRD.

FIRST PRIEST.

Recitative. 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 woe, In vain rebellion aims her secret blow; Still shall our name and growing power be spread, And still our justice crush the traitor's head.

Air.

Coeval with man
Our empire began,
And never shall fall
Till ruin shakes all.
When ruin shakes all,
Then shall Babylon fall.

SECOND PROPHET.

Recitative.

'Tis thus the proud triumphant rear the head, A little while, and all their

power

is fled. But, ha! what means yon sadly plaintive train, That onward slowly bends along the plain ?

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VOL. II.

And now, behold, to yonder bank they bear
A pallid corse, and rest the body there.
Alas! too well mine eyes indignant trace
The last remains of Judah's royal race.
Fall'n is our King, and all our fears are o'er,
Unhappy Zedekiah is no more.

Air.
Ye wretches who by fortune's hate

In want and sorrow groan,
Come ponder his severer fate,

And learn to bless your own.

FIRST PROPHET.

You vain whom youth and pleasure guide,

Awhile the bliss suspend;
Like
yours,

his life began in pride,
Like his, your lives shall end.

FIRST PROPHET.

Recitative.

Behold his wretched corse with sorrow worn,
His squalid limbs by ponderous fetters torn;
Those eyeless orbs that shock with ghastly glare,
Those unbecoming rags, that matted hair !

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And shall not Heaven for this avenge the foe,
Grasp the red bolt, and lay the guilty low?
How long, how long, Almighty God of all,
Shall wrath vindictive threaten ere it fall!

ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

Air.
As panting flies the hunted hind,

Where brooks refreshing stray;
And rivers through the valley wind,

That stop the hunter's way.

Thus we, O Lord, alike distrest,

For streams of mercy long;
Streams which cheer the sore opprest,

And overwhelm the strong.

FIRST PROPHET.

Recitative. But whence that shout? Good heavens! Amaze

ment all! See yonder tower just nodding to the fall : Behold, an army covers all the ground, 'Tis Cyrus here that pours destruction round :And now behold the battlements reclineO God of hosts, the victory is thine !

Chorus of Captives.
Down with them, Lord, to lick the dust;

Thy vengeance be begun ;
Serve them as they have served the just,

And let thy will be done.

FIRST PRIEST.

Recitative.

All, all is lost. The Syrian army. fails,
Cyrus, the conqueror of the world, prevails.
The ruin smokes, the torrent pours along,-
How low the proud, how feeble are the strong!
Save us, O Lord! to Thee, though late, we pray;
And give repentance but an hour's delay.

FIRST AND SECOND PRIEST.

Air.
O happy, who in happy hour

To God their praise bestow,
And own his all-consuming power

Before they feel the blow!

SECOND 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 before, Your wealth, your lives, your kingdom, are no more!

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