JEPHTHAH. 13
Who high truth and faith may swear,
And betray us at the end
/To his robber bands.
So we clasp our humble hands,
Praying God to lift His sword
From our bleeding state, that stands
Tottering to its fall.
Though we call not Jephthah back
To repel the harsh attack,
Nor his followers call,
Hear thou, O Most High, give ear
To our pitiful complaint:
Under woes of war we faint.
Pity, Lord of Hosts, our fear!
Hear, Most High, oh, hear! °
Enter Messenger.
MESSENGER.
My lords, take heed now, prayer is good to save
- While yet the foemen are far off ; but now
They howl and clamour at our very gates.
‘ ELEAZAR.
Blaspheme not God, but tell thy woeful news.
CHORUS.
I fear me for the sorrow that he speaks.
MESSENGER.
The tribe of Ephraim went forth to fight
Armed, and with bows, and turned them back to-day.