DIES IRÆ
Day of wrath, the years are keeping,
When the world shall rise from sleeping,
With a clamour of great weeping!
When the world shall rise from sleeping,
With a clamour of great weeping!
Earth shall fear and tremble greatly
To behold the advent stately
Of the Judge that judgeth straitly.
To behold the advent stately
Of the Judge that judgeth straitly.
And the trumpet's fierce impatience
Scatter strange reverberations
Thro' the graves of buried nations.
Scatter strange reverberations
Thro' the graves of buried nations.
Death and Nature will stand stricken
When the hollow bones shall quicken
And the air with weeping thicken.
When the hollow bones shall quicken
And the air with weeping thicken.
When the Creature, sorrow-smitten,
Rises where the Judge is sitting
And beholds the doom-book written.
Rises where the Judge is sitting
And beholds the doom-book written.
For, that so his wrath be slakèd,
All things sleeping shall be wakèd,
All things hidden shall be naked.
All things sleeping shall be wakèd,
All things hidden shall be naked.
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