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Day of wrath! O day of mourning!
Author: Thomas of Celano, 13th cent.; William J. Irons Meter: 8.8.8 Appears in 108 hymnals Lyrics:
Day of wrath! O day of mourning!
See fulfilled the prophets' warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning!
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 sepulchers 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, good Jesus, my salvation
Cost 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 the day of retribution.
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning;
Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!
Thou the sinful woman savedst;
Thou the dying thief forgavest;
And to me a hope vouchsafest.
Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying!
With thy favoured sheep O place me;
Nor among the goats abase me;
But to thy right hand upraise me.
While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me with thy saints surrounded.
Low I kneel, with heart 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.
Topics: Advent; Burial of the Dead Used With Tune: DIES IRAE
Day of wrath! O day of mourning!
Dies irae, dies illa
Author: Thomas of Celano Appears in 8 hymnals Used With Tune: [Dies irae, dies illa]
Dies irae, dies illa
Seeking me Thy sad life lasted
Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: DIES IRAE
Seeking me Thy sad life lasted
Day Of Wrath
Author: Thomas of Celano, 13th Century; John O'Hagan Meter: 8.8.8 D Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Day of wrath, that day whose knelling Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath, that day whose knelling
Gives to flame this earthly dwelling;
Psalm and prophet thus foretelling.
Oh, what agony of trembling,
When the Judge mankind assembling,
Probeth all beyond dissembling.
2 Pealing wondrous through the regions,
Shall the trumpet force obedience,
And the graves yield up their legions.
Startled death and nature sicken,
Thus to see the creature quicken,
Waiting judgment terror-stricken.
3 Open, then, with all recorded,
Stands the book from whence awarded
Doom shall pass with deed accorded.
When the Judge is throned in session,
All things hid shall find confession,
Unavenged be no transgression,
4 Wretch, what then shall be my pleading?
Who my patron interceding?
Scarce the just securely speeding.
Thou, O King of awful splendor,
Saving grace dost freely render;
Save me, fount of pity tender.
5 Think, ’twas I, my lost condition,
Caused, O pitying Lord, Thy mission;
Spare my soul that day’s perdition.
Seeking me, Thy footstep hasted;
Me to save, the cross was tasted;
Be not toil so mighty wasted.
6 Righteous Judge of retribution,
Grant the gift of absolution
Ere the day of restitution.
Me my culprit heart accuses;
Inmost guilt my face suffuses;
Heal, O Lord, Thy suppliant’s bruises.
7 Thou who Mary’s sin hast shriven,
Thou who broughtst the thief to Heaven,
Hope to me hast also given.
Nothing worth is mine endeavor,
Yet, in ruth, my soul deliver
From the flame that burns for ever.
8 With Thy sheep, Thy chosen, place me,
Severed from the goats embrace me;
On Thy right hand, ransomed, place me.
When the reprobate confounded
Lie with wrathful fire surrounded,
May my call to bliss be sounded.
9 Crushed to dust and prostrate bending,
All my heart contrition rending;
I implore Thee, guard my ending.
Oh, that awful day of mourning,
When, from earthly dust returning,
Guilty man shall bide his sentence. Used With Tune: DIES IRAE Text Sources: Tr.: The Irish Monthly Vol. 2 (1874), alt.
Day Of Wrath
