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Chorus of Captives.
Thy vengeance be begun ;
And let thy will be done.
All, all is lost. The Syrian army. fails,
FIRST AND SECOND PRIEST.
To God 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,
Thy streets forlorn
To wilds shall turn, Where toads shall pant, and vultures prey.
Such be her fate. But hark! how from afar
Chorus of Youths.
Sweeter by 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 heighten every blessing,
Comes to soften every pain.
Skill'd in every peaceful art;
Only binds the willing heart.
The last Chorus. But chief to thee, our God, defender, friend,
Let praise be given to all eternity; O Thou, without beginning, without end,
Let us and all begin, and end, in Thee.
END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.
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