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3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies ;
4 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,
To see Thy light, to know Thy word ;
2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest!
4 Asleep in Jesus ! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be!
1 EARTH to earth, and dust to dust,
Lord, we own the sentence just;
Like the seed in spring-time sown,
3 Yet the seed, upraised again,
Clothes with green the smiling plain ;
4 Lord, from nature's gloomy night
Turn we to the Gospel's light;
7. H. Gurney.
Dies ira! dies illa.
See fulfilled the prophet's warning !
On whose sentence all dependeth !
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, kind Jesu, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation,
10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the cross of suffering bought me ;
Shall such grace be vainly brought me ? Il 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 savedst;
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 favoured sheep Oh ! place me,
Nor among the goats abase me;
But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed 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.
From the dust of earth returning,
Thomas of Celano.
Before whose bar severe,
We all shall soon appear ;
For that tremendous day,
And stir us up to pray.
The awful hour unknown,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
To judge the human race,
With all Thy glorious grace.
To increase our duteous fears,
Be sounding in our ears ;
Obedient to His word,
And looking for our Lord:
Our lot among the blest,