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The Dies Iræ.
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12.
Like a guilty thing I moan,
Fluſh'd my cheek, my ſins I own,
Hear, O God, Thy ſuppliant's groan!
13.
Magdalen found grace with Thee,
So the thief upon the tree;
Hope Thou giveſt e'en to me.
14.
Worthleſs are my vows, I know,
Yet, dear Lord, Thy pity ſhow,
Leſt I ſink in endleſs woe.
15.
From the goats my lot divide,
With Thy lambs a place provide,
On Thy right and near Thy ſide.
