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Mors stupebit et natura,

Cum resurget creatura,

Judicanti responsura.

Death is struck, and Nature quaking,

All creation is awaking—

To its Judge an answer making.

Liber scriptus proferetur,

In quo totum continetur,

Unde mundus judicetur.

Lo, the Book, exactly worded,

Wherein all hath been recorded—

Thence shall judgment be awarded.

Judex ergo cum sedebit,

Quidquid latet, apparebit:

Nil inultum remanebit.

When the Judge his seat attaineth,

And each hidden deed arraigneth,

Nothing unavenged remaineth.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?

Quem patronum rogaturus,

Cum vix justus sit securus?

What shall I, frail man, be pleading?

Who for me be interceding

When the just are mercy needing?

Rex tremendæ majestatis,

Qui salvandos salvas gratis,

Salve me, fons pietatis.

King of majesty tremendous,

Who dost free salvation send us,

Fount of pity, then befriend us.

Recordare, Jesu pie,

Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:

Ne me perdas ilia die.

Think, kind Jesus, my salvation

Caused Thy wondrous incarnation—

Leave me not to reprobation.

Quærens me, sedisti lassus:

Redemisti crucem passus;

Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,

On the Cross of suffering bought me;

Shall such grace be vainly brought me?