O sound the trumpets; let the bells ring
Their cadence has a mournful sound
To merry hearts a night of joy they tell,
To one they ring a solemn funeral knell.
A banquet Holofernes gives to-night,
And honors Judith who has charmed his
But he and officers have drunk so free,
They fail their imminent danger now to
Upon their couches wrapt in soundest sleep,
Forgetful of the vigils they should keep.
But who is this so near the tyrant's tent,
With eyes uplifted prayerfully is bent?
Then softly rising, near his couch she
85With one wild prayer again to heaven appeals;
Then from its scabbard soon his sword she
And lifts aloft-- and then, one awful pause
Before it falls. She quickly grasps the
For Holofernes, Juda's foe, is dead.
Rejoice, Bethulia, God has pitied thee,
And noble Judith set thy people free.
O, hail to thee, thou joy of Israel!
Thy name o'er nations cast a wholesome
Long live thy valor 'mong the deeds of
And may oblivion never know thy name,
Thou art the glory of Jerusalem,
Of dauntless knights, thou art the queen of
Posterity will ever reverence thee,
Before thy shrine all Juda bends the knee.
Stay any rejoicings yet a longer time,
And honor Judith with anthems divine.