Dies Irae (Sequence for All Souls and Masses for the Dead)

Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! Oh, 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. King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! Think, good Jesu, 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? 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, Jesu blest, Grant them Thine eternal rest. Amen.