Heed, and check the wild desire,
Lest thy deeds an angel weep,
Raise thy soul from low to higher,

And cause an angel's heart to leap.

De Bovissimo Judicio.

DIES iræ, dies illa

Solvet sæclum in favillâ,

Teste David cum Sibyllâ.

Quantus tremor est futurus,

Quando Judex est venturus,

Cuncta strictè discussurus.

Tuba, mirum spargens sonum

Per sepulchra regionum,

Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,

Quum resurget creatura,

Judicanti responsura.

Dies Iræ.

DAY of wrath, the dreadful day,

When all in fire pass away,

Priest and Sibyl jointly say.

What the terror and the dread

Meets the Judge of quick and dead?

Sins of all before all spread.

Sounds the trump no earthly tone,

Rending the sepulchral stone,

Calling all before God's throne.

Death and nature struck with fear, See the dead their death-bands tear,

Judge and God alike to hear.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
De quo mundus judicetur.

Judex ergo quum sedebit,
Quidquid latet, apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tum dicturus, Quem patronum rogaturus, Quum vix justus sit securus?

Rex tremendæ majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.

Recordare, Jesu pie,

Quod sum causa tuæ vitæ ;
Ne me perdas illâ die!

Quærens me sedisti lassus,
Redemisti crucem passus :
Tantus labor ne sit cassus.

See the book of Judgment nigh,
Where all deeds recorded lie,
Sins against God's Majesty.

Sits the Judge, and what shall hide. Our sins from Him, or what abide Of His just wrath the swollen tide?

With what tongue is pardon craved, Steeped in sin and all depraved, When the just are scarcely saved?

God! of dreaded majesty,

What but mercy hears our cry?

Save, O fount of piety.

Jesu, aid our mortal strife,
Cause to Thee of mortal life
In our day with troubles rife.

Toil you bore in seeking me,
Cross and shame in saving me,
Let not this as nothing be.