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The Dies Iræ.
75
16.
When Thy foes are all confounded,
And with bitter flames ſurrounded,
Call me to Thy bliſs unbounded.
17.
From the duſt, I pray Thee, hear me:
When my end ſhall come, be near me;
Let Thy grace ſuſtain and cheer me.
18.
Ah, that day, that day of weeping,
When, no more in ashes sleeping,
Man shall rise and stand before Thee!
Spare him, spare him, I implore Thee.
