ARIA

Honor and arms scorn such a foe, Though I could end thee at a blow, poor victory, to conquer thee, or glory in thy overflow!. Vanquish a slave that is half slain! so mean a triumph I disdain.

ARIA
Total eclipse! no sun, no moon, all dark amidst the blaze of noon! O, glorious light! no cheering ray to glad my eyes with welcome day! Why thus depriv'd Thy prime decree? sun, moon and stars are dark to me.

ARIA
Why does the God of Israel sleep? Arise with dreadful sound, with clouds encompass'd round, then shall the heathen hear Thy thunder deep. The tempest of Thy wrath now raise, in whirlwinds them pursue, full fraught with vengeance due, till shame and trouble all Thy foes shall seize.

ARIA
Return, O God of Hosts! behold Thy servant in distress. His migthy griefs redress, nor by the heathen be they told.

ARIA
Let the bright Seraphim, in burning row, their loud up lifted, Angel trumpets blow. Let the Cherubic host, in tuneful choirs, touch their inmortal harps with golden wires.