Rinaldo, (Chorus).
 To the vessel, yonder riding!
 For the favouring breeze is blowing,
 And our hearts are all a-glowing,
 O'er the billows, swiftly gliding,
 With our oars to cleave our way.

Rinaldo.
 O leave me still a moment here, I pray;
 For here by Heaven's will am I abiding:
 The desert rock, the wood-embosom'd bay,
 Arrest my foot, and bid me sere to stay.
 Once were you fair - to terror now converted,
 The charm of earth, the charm of heav'n is fled;
 Why haunt I still this place so dread?
 My only joy, my poor heart here deserted.

 Golden days, again o win me,
 Days of Paradise again;
 Loving heart; beat, beat within me!
 Long-lost day s, true spirit bring me!
 Breath of heaven, thou dost sing me
 Songs of joy and songs of pain.

 By a noble palace bounded,
 Gay parterres like jewels gleam;
 All in scent and hue surrounded,
 Past the dreamer's brightest dream.

 Balconies afar extending
 Circle round the rainbow flowers;
 Rose blooms to the earth are bending,
 Each tree blooming heav'nward towers.

 Fountains liquid gems are raining,
 Singing to the wave below;
 While the turtle-dove complaining
 Tells the nightingale her woe.

Chorus.
 Softly come! yet pledged in coming
 Still to follow duty's call;
 Spells once magic power assuming
 Harmless now shall round thee fall.
 Ah! now heal him, with friends cheering,
 Truest comfort - words endearing -
 Sorrow's cure most magical.

Rinaldo.
 While the turtle-dove complaining
 Tells the nightingale her woe,
 Fountains liquid gems are raining
 Echoing to the murmur low.

 Ev'ry thing, mov'd by duty,
 Shines but for her glances;
 Yet each vision of beauty
 Does wane as she advances:
 In youthful charms glowing
 Her state does she keep.

 Here lilies and roses
 In chaplets are wreathing;
 The air, odours breathing,
 Rude passion composes,
 While softly advancing,
 Caressing and dancing,
 Now coming, now going,
 Awaken'd from sleep.

Chorus.
 No - no longer - quick, awake him!
 From the spell that binds him break him,
 Show the adamantine shield.

Rinaldo.
 Ah! what sight is now reveal'd?

Chorus.
 Yes! the spell must now be broken.

Rinaldo.
 Must it then by mouth he spoken,
 That so low Rinaldo fell?

Chorus.
 Patience yet, and all is well:

Rinaldo.
Be it so - on fate relying,
From my heart's dear idol flying,
Haste I sad and heavy hearted;
Be it so - we will be parted.

Chorus.
Be it so - yes, now be parted.

Some. (Semi-chorus).
 Oh haste thee, returning
 The Ocean's might braving;
 For hearts that are burning
 With valour, there gathers
 The steife; flags are waving
 O'er hostile arrays.

Chorus.
 The might of his fathers
 The hero displays.

Rinaldo.
 Again appearest
 Hither returning,
 Still weeping, mourning,
 Thou fairest, dearest,
 Of earth's fair creatures.
 With tear-worn features
 Now thou appearest
 And must I hear thee.
 Thus be near thee,
 And no aid find thee!

Chorus.
 Unworthy bonds bind thee!

Rinaldo.
 A cruel changing
 Seizes the charmer,
 All love estranging;
 In deed and seeming
 Now like a demon.
 Hopeless all pity!
 The haughty city
 To doom is hasting,
 The God's high feasting,
 The sweet enjoyment
 Of mind's employment,
 All love's befriending,
 All, all is ending.

Chorus.
 Yes, all is ending

Some. (Semi-chorus).
 The prayers of the holy
 E'en now are prevailing:
 Dost still stay our sailing,
 Our fair-omen'd journey,
 With favouring wind?

Chorus.
 Oh haste thee, oh haste!

Rinaldo.
 Heart-broken and slowly
 I join in your sailing,
 Your words are prevailing:
 Oh! ill-fated journey!
 Oh! thrice fatal wind!

Chorus.
 Oh haste thee, oh haste!

Chorus (on the sea).
 Sails are swelling
 Us impelling
 Homeward roaming;
 Through the billows,
 Sparkling foaming,
 As o'er pillows,
 Dolphins sporting.

One after another.
 Hither darting,
 Here now heaving,
 On they hurry,
 Blue waves cleaving;
 Then they tarry,
 Where they glanced,
 All entranced.

Some. (Semi-chorus).
 He that grieved
 Is relieved:
 Past all sorrow,
 All forgotten,
 Joy begotten
 Of new morrow.

Rinaldo.
 He that grieved
 Is relieved:
 Past all sorrow,
 All forgotten,
 Joy begotten
 Of new morrow.

All.
 Wonderful, our glad returning,
 Wonderful, good fortune earning:
 Our blest goal we reach this day!
 Set the sacred shore a-ringing,
 Signal to the glad land bringing,
 Godofried and Solyma!