SECOND PRIEST. Air. Thrice happy, who in happy hour FIRST PROPHET.-RECITATIVE. Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, Ye seek in vain the Lord unsought before- O Lucifer, thou son of morn, Of Heaven alike and man the foe,— Heaven, men, and all, Now press thy fall, And sink thee lowest of the low. SECOND PROPHET. O Babylon, how art thou fallen— Thy fall more dreadful from delay! Thy streets forlorn, To wilds shall turn, Where toads shall pant, and vultures prey! Such be her fate. FIRST PROPHET.-RECITATIVE. But hark! how from afar The clarion's note proclaims the finish'd war! Cyrus, our great restorer, is at hand, And this way leads his formidable band. Now give your songs of Zion to the wind, CHORUS OF YOUTHS. Rise to raptures past expressing, CHORUS OF VIRGINS. Cyrus comes, the world redressing, SEMI-CHORUS. Hail to him with mercy reigning, THE LAST CHORUS. But chief to thee, our God, our father, friend, O Thou, without beginning, without end— Thompson and Davidson, Printers, Great St. Helens, Bishopsgate. |