FOR DECEASED FRIENDS.
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| Each secret sin shall here be known. | Quidquid latet, apparebit. |
| All must their shame confess their own. | Nil inultum remanebit. |
| Ah, wretched! what shall I then say, | Quid sum, miser! tunc dicturus, |
| What patron find, my fears t'allay, | Quem patronum rogaturus, |
| When even the just shall dread that day? | Cum vix justus sit securus? |
| Thou mighty, formidable King! | Rex tremendæ majestatis! |
| Of mercy uuexhausted spring! | Qui salvandos salvas gratis! |
| Save me! O save! and comfort bring. | Salva me fons pietatis. |
| Remember what my ransom cost; | Recordare Jesu pie, |
| Let not my dear-bought soul be lost. | Quod sum causa tuæ viæ; |
| In storms of guilty terrors tost. | Ne me perdas illa die. |
| In search of me why feel such pain; | Quærens me, sedisti lassus: |
| Why on thy cross such pangs sustain, | Redemisti, crucem passus, |
| If now those sufferings must be vain? | Tantus labor non sit casus. |
| Avenging Judge, whom all obey, | Juste Judex ultionis, |
| Cancel my debt, too great to pay, | Donum fac remissionis |
| Before the sad accounting day. | Ante diem rationis. |
