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Dies irae, dies illa

Author: Thomas of Celano Hymnal: The Day School Hymn Book #179 (1896) Languages: Latin Tune Title: [Dies irae, dies illa]

Day of Wrath, O Day of Mourning

Author: Thomas of Celano; William J. Irons Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1178 Meter: 8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Day of wrath, O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet’s warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning. Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth When from Heav’n the Judge descendeth On whose sentence all dependeth! 2. 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. 3. 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. 4. 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. 5. Think, good 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? 6. 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! 7. From that sinful woman shriven, From 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. 8. With Thy favored sheep, oh, 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. 9. Low I kneel with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition! Day of sorrow, day of weeping, When, in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! 10. This verse may be added for tunes of a different meter: 11. To the rest Thou didst prepare me On Thy cross; O Christ, upbear me! Spare, O God, in mercy spare me! Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE (Dykes)

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Rev. W. J. Irons; Thomas of Celano Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #70 (1939) Meter: Irregular Topics: Advent; Burial of the Dead Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day Of Wrath

Author: Thomas of Celano, 13th Century; John O'Hagan Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8397 Meter: 8.8.8 D 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. Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of wrath! that day of mourning!

Author: Thomas de Celano; William J. Irons; Isaac Williams Hymnal: Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church #515 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath! that day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heav'n the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth. 2 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. 3 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. 4 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! 5 Think, kind Jesus! my salvation Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation: Leave me not to reprobation! Faith and weary thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace in vain be brought me? 6 Righteous Judge of retribution, Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that Day's dread execution. Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning: Spare, O God, Thy suppliant, groaning! 7 Thou the woman gav'st remission, Heard'st the dying thief's petition; Hopeless, else were my condition. Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying. 8 With Thy favored 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. 9 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: 10 Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant us Thine eternal rest. Amen. Amen. Topics: The Life Everlasting Judgment Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE, DIES ILLA

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Wm. J. Irons Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #36 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet's warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 2 Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On Whose sentence all dependeth. 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo! the Book exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 Whence the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesu, my salvation, Cost Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; Thou the dying thief forgavest, And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! 15 With Thy favored sheep oh, place me! Nor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded, Doom'd to flames of woe unbounded, Call me with Thy saints surrounded. 17 Low I kneel with heart-submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition. 18 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. 19 Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant us Thine eternal rest. Amen. Topics: Advent; Day of Judgment Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of Wrath! O Day of mourning!

Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #36 (1920) Lyrics: 1 Day of Wrath! O Day of mourning! See fulfill'd the prophets' warning, Heav'n and earth in ashes burning! 2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from Heav'n the Judge descendeth, On Whose sentence all dependeth! 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo! the Book exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesu, my salvation Cost Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! Topics: The Christian Year Advent Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Thomas of Celano, 13th cent.; William J. Irons Hymnal: The Hymnal #65a (1916) Meter: 8.8.8 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 Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE