Dies Irae

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Day of wrath, day that will dissolve the world into burning coals, as David bore witness with the Sibyl.

How great a tremor is to be, when the judge is to come briskly shattering every (grave).

A trumpet sounding an astonishing sound through the tombs of the region drives all (men) before the throne.

Death will be stunned and (so) will Nature, when arises (man) the creature responding to the One judging.

The written book will be brought forth, in which the whole (record of evidence) is contained whence the world is to be judged.

Therefore when the Judge shall sit, whatever lay hidden will appear; nothing unavenged will remain.

O Thou, God of Majesty, nourishing brilliance of the Trinity, join us with the Blessed.

What am I the wretch then to say? what patron I to beseech? when scarcely the just (man) be secure.

King of tremendous Majesty, who saves those-to-be-saved free, save me, Fount of piety.

Remember, faithful Jesus, because I am the cause of your journey: do not lose me on that day.

Thou has sat down as one wearied seeking me, Thou has redeemed (me) having suffered the Cross: so much labor let it not be lost.

Just judge of the avenging-punishment, work the gift of the remission (of sins) before the Day of the Reckoning.

I groan, as the accused: my face grows red from (my) fault: spare (this) supplicant, O God.

O Thou, God of Majesty, nourishing brilliance of the Trinity, join us with the Blessed.

Thou who forgave Mary [the sinful woman], and favorably heard the (good) thief, hast also given me hope.

My prayers are not worthy, but do Thou, Good (God), deal kindly lest I burn in perennial fire.

Among the sheep offer (me) a place and from the goats sequester me, placing (me) at (Thy) right hand.

After the accursed have been silenced, given up to the bitter flames, call me with the blest.

Kneeling and bowed down I pray, My heart contrite as ashes: Do Thou {, my End,} care for my end.

That sorrowful day, on which will arise from the buring coals Man accused to be judged: therefore, O God, do Thou spare him.

Faithful Lord Jesus, grant them rest. Amen.

O Thou, God of Majesty, nourishing brilliance of the Trinity, join us with the Blessed. Amen.

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  1. If we must die, let us at least die in God’s hands. Return God’s Holy Name “I AM” and God’s Ten Commandments to the public square. Let us not go down into the pit unprepared.

  2. 1950, Sylvester P. Jurgens, S.M. The New Marian Missal:

    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 sepulchres 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 Jesus 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.

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

    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!

    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, Jesus blest,
    Grant them Thine eternal rest. Amen.

  3. If ever the veil of cloud covering that Last Day was drawn back for a brief moment and revealed, then this epic Latin hymn captures that turbulent landscape, visually and psychologically.

  4. Here is something that bears reading:
    Another trial.
    – Just judge of the avenging-punishment, work the gift of the remission (of sins) before the Day of the Reckoning. –

  5. When any person refuses to admit to his sins and crimes he cannot repent and forgive himself of those sins and crimes, The sinner who refuses to confess his sins and crimes has cut himself off from God’s mercy and forgiveness. That person is his own worst enemy.

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