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DIES IRÆ
Day of wrath, the years are keeping,
When the world shall rise from sleeping,
With a clamour of great weeping!
When the world shall rise from sleeping,
With a clamour of great weeping!
Earth shall fear and tremble greatly
To behold the advent stately
Of the Judge that judgeth straitly.
To behold the advent stately
Of the Judge that judgeth straitly.
And the trumpet's fierce impatience
Scatter strange reverberations
Thro' the graves of buried nations.
Scatter strange reverberations
Thro' the graves of buried nations.
Death and Nature will stand stricken
When the hollow bones shall quicken
And the air with weeping thicken.
When the hollow bones shall quicken
And the air with weeping thicken.
When the Creature, sorrow-smitten,
Rises where the Judge is sitting
And beholds the doom-book written.
Rises where the Judge is sitting
And beholds the doom-book written.
For, that so his wrath be slakèd,
All things sleeping shall be wakèd,
All things hidden shall be naked.
All things sleeping shall be wakèd,
All things hidden shall be naked.
When the just are troubled for thee,
Who shall plead for me before thee,
Who shall stand up to implore thee?
Who shall plead for me before thee,
Who shall stand up to implore thee?
Lest my great sin overthrow me,
Let thy mercy, quickened thro' me,
As a fountain overflow me!
Let thy mercy, quickened thro' me,
As a fountain overflow me!
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For my sake thy soul was movèd;
For my sake thy name reprovèd,
Lose me not whom thou hast lovèd!
For my sake thy name reprovèd,
Lose me not whom thou hast lovèd!
Yea, when shame and pain were sorest,
For my love the cross thou borest,
For my love the thorn-plait worest.
For my love the cross thou borest,
For my love the thorn-plait worest.
By that pain that overbore thee,
By those tears thou weepest for me,
Leave me strength to stand before thee.
By those tears thou weepest for me,
Leave me strength to stand before thee.
For the heart within me yearneth,
And for sin my whole face burneth;
Spare me when thy day returneth.
And for sin my whole face burneth;
Spare me when thy day returneth.
By the Magdalen forgiven,
By the thief made pure for heaven,
Even to me thy hope was given.
By the thief made pure for heaven,
Even to me thy hope was given.
Tho' great shame be heavy on me,
Grant thou, Lord, whose mercy won me,
That hell take not hold upon me.
Grant thou, Lord, whose mercy won me,
That hell take not hold upon me.
Thou whom I have lovèd solely,
Thou whom I have lovèd wholly,
Leave me place among the holy!
Thou whom I have lovèd wholly,
Leave me place among the holy!
When thy sharp wrath burns like fire,
With the chosen of thy desire,
Call me to the crownèd choir!
With the chosen of thy desire,
Call me to the crownèd choir!
Prayer, like flame with ashes blending,
From my crushed heart burns ascending;
Have thou care for my last ending.
From my crushed heart burns ascending;
Have thou care for my last ending.
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