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The Dies Iræ.
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16.

When the dread “ITEſhall divide
Thoſe limbs of death from Thy left ſide,
Let thoſe life-ſpeaking lips command
That I inherit Thy right hand!

17.

O, hear a ſuppliant heart all cruſh'd,
And crumbled into contrite duſt!
My hope, my fear—my Judge, my Friend!
Take charge of me, and of my end!