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The Dies Iræ.
16.
When th' accurſed away are driven,
To eternal burnings given,
Call me with the bleſſed to heaven!
17.
I beſeech Thee, proſtrate lying,
Heart as aſhes, contrite, ſighing,
Care for me when I am dying!
18.
Day of tears and late repentance,
Man ſhall riſe to hear his ſentence:
Him, the child of guilt and error,
Spare, Lord, in that hour of terror!
