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TRANSLATION OF THE HYMN " DIES IRE."

DAY of wrath! that awful day Shall the banner'd cross display, Earth in ashes melt away:

The trembling, the agony, When His coming shall be nigh, Who shall all things judge and try!

When the trumpet's thrilling tone, Through the tombs of ages gone, Summons all before the throne,

Death and time shall stand aghast; And creation, at the blast, Rise to answer for the past.

Then the volume shall be spread, And the writing shall be read, Which shall judge the quick and dead.

Then the Judge shall sit; O, then, All that's hid shall be made plain, Unrequited nought remain.