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170 Woe to the father Who morders his own child ! I am avenged, Stisskind von Orb ! Blood for blood, fire for fire, And death for death ! [Exeunt Su8SKiin>, Liebhaid, etc. {{c|Enter Jewish youths and maidens,

YOUTHS {in chorus). }} Let us rejoice, for it is promised us That we shall enter in God's tabernacle ! Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Zion,  Within thy portals, O Jerusalem ! [Exeunt.  I can see naught from here. Let 's follow, Hans.  Be satisfied. There is no inch of space  For foot to rest on yonder. Look ! look there !  How the flames rise !

O father, I can see ! They all are dancing in the crimson blaze.