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The Dies Iræ.
16.
From that inſatiable abyſs,
Where flames devour and ſerpents hiſs,
Promote me to thy ſeat of bliſs.
17.
Proſtrate my contrite heart I rend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend:
Do not forſake me in my end!
18.
Well may they curſe their ſecond breath
Who riſe to a reviving death:
Thou great Creator of mankind,
Let guilty man compaſſion find!
