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The Dies Iræ.
12.
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my ſhame with anguiſh owning;
Spare, O God, Thy ſuppliant, groaning!
13.
Thou, the ſinful woman ſaveſt,
Thou, the dying thief forgaveſt;
And to me a hope vouchſafeſt!
14.
Worthleſs are my pray'rs and ſighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Reſcue me from fires undying!
15.
With Thy favor'd ſheep, O place me!
Nor among the goats abaſe me;
But to Thy right hand upraiſe me.
