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The Dies Iræ.
81
8.
Dear [Lord], remember in that day
Who was the cauſe Thou cam'ſt this way;
Thy ſheep was ſtrayed, and Thou wouldſt be
Even loſt Thyſelf in ſeeking me!
9.
Shall all that labor, all that coſt
Of love, and even that loſs, be loſt?
And this loved ſoul judged worth no leſs
Than all that way and wearineſs?
10.
Juſt Mercy, then, Thy reckoning be
With my price, and not with me;
'Twas paid at firſt with too much pain
To be paid twice, or once in vain.
11.
Mercy, my Judge, mercy I cry,
With bluſhing cheek and bleeding eye;
The conſcious colors of my ſin
Are red without, and pale within.
