LYRICS
Recitative:
My arms! Against this Gorgias will I go.
The Idumean Governor shall know
How vain, how ineffective his design,
While rage his leader, and Jehovah mine.
Air:
Sound an alarm – your silver trumpets sound,
And call the brave, and only brave around,
Who listeth, follow: – To the field again-
Justice with courage is a thousand men.
Sound an alarm – your silver trumpets sound,
And call the brave, and only brave around.
Chorus
We hear, we hear the pleasing dreadful call,
And follow thee to conquest; if to fall,
For laws, religion, liberty, we fall.