(Iudicium)  JUDGEMENT 

(Word are from the Dies Irae - c13th century, Thomas of Celano)

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura
Iudicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
Inquo totum continetur,
Unde mundus iudicetur.

Iudex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet, apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus?
Cum vix iustus sit securus?

Rex tremedae maiestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.

Recordare, Iesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuae viae,
Ne me perdas illa die.

Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti, crucem passus;
Tantus labor non sit cassus.

IIuste Iudex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.

Ingemisco tamquam reus;
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Qui Mariam absolvisti, 
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.

Preces meae non sunt dignae;
Sed tu bonus fac benigne
Ne perenni cremer igne. 

With Thy sheep a place provide me,
From the goats afar divide me,
To Thy right hand do thou guide me.

Dies Irae!

When the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to shame and woe unbounded,
Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded.

Low I kneel, with heart's submission,
See, like ashes my contrition!
Help me in my last condition!

Dies Irae!

Ah! that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning,
Man for judgment must prepare him:

Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!
Lord, all-pitying, Jesu blest,
Grant them thine eternal rest. 

Dies Irae!
Day of wrath and doom impending,
David's word with Sibyl's blending,
Heaven and earth in ashes ending!

O what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth!

Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth's supulchres it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.

Death is struck, and nature quaking,
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.

Lo! the book exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded;
Thence shall judgment be awarded.

When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.

What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
When the just are mercy needing?

King of majesty tremendous,
who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us!

Think, kind Jesu! - my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation;
Leave me not to reprobation.

Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering bought me;
Shall such grace be vainly brought me?

Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution
Grant Thy gift of absolution,
Ere that day of retribution.

Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning;
Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!

Through the sinful woman shriven,
Through the dying thief forgiven,
thou to me a hope hast given. 

Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying. 

Inter oves locum praesta,
Et ab haedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.

Day of Wrath!

Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis. 

Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.

Day of Wrath!

Lacrymosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Iudicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus;
Pie Iesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem. 

Day of Wrath!

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