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Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.
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Death is struck, and Nature quaking,
All creation is awaking—
To its Judge an answer making.
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Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
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Lo, the Book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded—
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
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Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet, apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit.
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When the Judge his seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.
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Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
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What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing?
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Rex tremendæ majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salve me, fons pietatis.
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King of majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us.
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Recordare, Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:
Ne me perdas ilia die.
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Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous incarnation—
Leave me not to reprobation.
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Quærens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti crucem passus;
Tantus labor non sit cassus.
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Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering bought me;
Shall such grace be vainly brought me?
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