TRANSLATION OF THE HYMN" DIES IRÆ.' 23

Nought of thee my prayers can claim, Save in thy free mercy's name; Save me from the deathless flame.

With thy sheep my place assign, Separate from th' accursed line; Set me on thy right with thine.

When the lost, to silence driven, To devouring flames are given, Call me, with the blest, to heaven.

Suppliant, fallen, low I bend, My bruised heart to ashes rend; Care thou, Lord, for my last end.

Full of tears the day shall prove, When, from ashes rising, move To the judgment guilty men; Spare, thou God of mercy, then! Lord all- pitying, Jesu blest,

Grant them thine eternal rest.

Thoughts in Past Years.