And art thou too as we,—
(O miserable day)—
Faln into the enemy’s hand?—
And com’st thou thus alone?
Thine army slain and lost,—
The cause of Christ o’erthrown.—
What hope? what hope? O say.—
Fer. My friends, the worst is true. Trust still in God.
Ch. Alas! have all our prayers been made in vain?
Fer. Despair not yet.