Jephtha, Pt. 2: No. 31, O Blot Me from Thy Mind

"Daughter

O blot me from thy Mind.

Jephtha

O that I could!

Daughter

Now speak thy worst, unfold the fatal Tale;

Tho’ instant Death be there, I’ll stand the Stroke,

For Jephtha wou’d forget me.

Jephtha

Heav’n’s Will be done!"