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The Dies Iræ.
8.
Thou mighty, formidable King!
Thou mercy's unexhauſted ſpring,
Some comfortable pity bring!
9.
Forget not what my ranſom coſt;
Nor let my dear-bought ſoul be loſt.
In ſtorms of guilty terrors toſt.
10.
Thou who for me didſt feel ſuch pain,
Whoſe precious blood the croſs did ſtain,
Let not theſe agonies be vain!
11.
Thou whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt, too great to pay,
Before the ſad accounting day!
