Chorus. in the Same

Monsters of Hell, and noxious Night, Howl your songs of wild-delight! To your gloomy caves descending, His career of Murder ending— Now the Tyrant's spirit flies; Bathed in a flood Of guilty blood, He dies! He dies! How great is the transports, the joy how complete, When raised from despair, thus Love's votaries meet! Sweet the delight that Lovers prove! Sweet, when Fortune, tired of frowning, Hymen comes, with pleasure crowning Happy Love!