Starry crowns, are the triumphs of the blest... 'Theodora' (Hearher

Air and Duet
Didymus
Streams of pleasure ever flowing,
 [bad word] ambrosial ever growing,
Golden thrones,
Starry crowns,
Are the triumphs of the blest.
When from life's dull labour free,
Clad with immortality,
They enjoy a lasting rest.
Theodora and Didymus
Thither let our hearts aspire:
Objects pure of pure desire,
Still increasing,
Ever pleasing,
Wake the song, and tune the lyre
Of the blissful holy choir.