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SCENE II.
To them, Moses.Recitative.
Moses.
Fear not!—I saw the foul presumptuous insult.
But by the sacred influence from above,
Which fills so often my presaging breast,
I know the end of all our woes is near.
Chorus.
Belov'd of Heaven, already we behold,
And bless th'attesting sign! the glooms disperse,
It thunders one loud peal, and all is clear.
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