Fly, fly, my brethren!

From Theodora, HWV 68, Part I, Scene IV

Original English text	Modernized English text
Meſſenger	Messenger
— Fly, fly, my Brethren, Heathen Rage	--- Fly, fly, my brethren! Heathen rage
Perſues us ſwift, —	Pursues us swift,
Arm’d with the Terrors of inſulting Death.	Armed with the terrors of insulting death.
Irene	Irene
Ah! whither ſhould we fly? or fly from whom?	Ah! whither should we fly, or fly from whom?
The Lord is ſtill the ſame, to day, for ever :	The Lord is still the same, today, for ever,
And his Protection here, and ev’ry where. —	And his protection here, and ev’rywhere.
— Tho’ gath’ring round our deſtin’d Heads	Though gathering round our destined heads
The Storm now thickens, and looks big with Fate;	The storm now thickens, and looks big with fate,
Still ſhall thy Servants wait on Thee, O Lord,	Still shall thy servants wait on thee, O Lord,
And in thy ſaving Mercy put their Trust.	And in thy saving mercy put their trust.

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May Robertson