Latin original · 3 verses · some words can be tapped for a gloss
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Day of wrath, that day shall dissolve the world into ashes: as David testifies with the Sibyl. How great a trembling there shall be, when the Judge shall come, to weigh all things strictly! The trumpet, scattering its wondrous sound through the tombs of every land, shall gather all before the throne. Death and nature shall be stunned, when creation rises again to answer to its Judge. A written book shall be brought forth, in which all is contained, whereby the world shall be judged. When therefore the Judge takes his seat, whatever lies hidden shall appear: nothing shall remain unavenged. What then shall I, wretched, say? Whom shall I ask to plead for me, when scarcely the righteous is secure? King of dread majesty, who freely savest those to be saved, save me, O fount of mercy. Remember, gentle Jesus, that I am the cause of thy journey: let me not be lost on that day.
Seeking me, thou didst sit weary: thou didst redeem me, suffering the Cross: let such toil not be in vain. Just Judge of vengeance, grant the gift of remission before the day of reckoning. I groan, like one guilty: my face blushes with guilt: spare thy suppliant, O God. Thou who didst absolve Mary, and didst hear the thief, hast given hope to me also. My prayers are not worthy: but thou, who art good, deal graciously, lest I burn in everlasting fire. Grant me a place among the sheep, and set me apart from the goats, placing me at thy right hand. When the accursed are confounded, consigned to the bitter flames, call me with the blessed. I pray, suppliant and bowed down, my heart contrite as ashes: take thou care for my end. That day shall be one of weeping, when from the ashes shall rise the guilty man to be judged. Therefore spare him, O God: