Liturgical Colour : Black
Dies Irae, Dies Illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla. Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus Tremor est Futurus, Quando judex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus!
Tuba Mirum Spargens Sonum Per sepulcra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors Stupebit et Natura, Cum resurget creatura, Judicanti responsura.
Liber Scriptus Proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex Ergo Cum Sedebit, Quidquid latet, apparebit : Nil inultum remanebit.
Quid Sum Miser Tunc Dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus, Cum vix justus sit securus?
Rex Tremendae Majestatis, Qui salvandos salvas gratis, Salva me, fons pietatis.
Recordare, Jesu Pie, Quod sum causa Tuae viae : Ne me perdas illa die.
Quaerens Me, Sedisti Lassus : Redemisti Crucem passus : Tantus labor non sit cassus.
Juste Judex Ultionis, Domum fac remissionis Ante diem rationis.
Ingemisco, Tamquam Reus : Culpa rubet vultus meus : Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Qui Mariam Absolvisti, Et latronem exaudisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Preces Meae Non Sunt Dignae : Sed Tu bonus fac benigne, Ne perenni cremer igne.
Inter Oves Locum Praesta, Et ab haedis me sequestra, Statuens in parte dextra.
Confutatis Maledictis, Flammis actibus addictis : Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro Supplex et Acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis : Gere curam mei finis.
Lacrimosa Dies Illa, Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus : Huic ergo parce, Deus.
Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem. Amen.
The day of wrath, that awful day shall reduce the world to ashes, as David and the Sibyl prophesied.
How great shall be the trembling, when the Judge shall come to examine all things rigorously.
The trumpet, with astounding blast, echoing over the sepulchres of the whole world, shall summon all before the throne.
Death and Nature will stand aghast, when the creature shall rise again, to answer before his Judge.
The written book shall be brought forth, containing all for which the world must be judged.
When, therefore, the Judge shall be seated, whatsoever is hidden shall be brought to light, nothing shall remain unpunished.
What shall I, wretched, then say? Whom shall I invoke as protector, when even the just shall hardly be secure?
O King of awful majesty, Who of Your free gift had saved those who are to be saved, save me, o Fount of mercy.
Remember, o loving Jesus, that for my sake You had come upon the earth, let me not, then, be lost on that day.
In search of me, You sat down, weary, suffering the Cross, You had redeemed me, let not so great a labour be in vain.
O righteous Awarder of punishment, grant me the gift of pardon before the day of accounting.
I groan as one guilty, while I blush for my sins. Oh! Spare Your suppliant, my God!
You who had absolved Mary, and had hearkened to the thief, to me also You have given hope.
My prayers deserve not to be heard, but You are good, grant, in Your kindness, that I may not burn in the unquenchable fire.
Amid Your sheep appoint me a place, and separate me from the goats, placing me at Your right hand.
The accursed having been silenced and given over to the bitter flames, call me with the blessed.
Kneeling and prostrate I pray, with a heart contrite as though crushed to ashes. Oh! Have a care of my last hour.
A mournful day that day shall be, when from the glowing embers shall arise, guilty man, that he may be judged. Spare him, then, o God!
Merciful Jesus, Lord, grant them rest. Amen.