Dies Irae - Gregorian Chant Hymn from the Traditional Catholic Requiem Mass (Funeral Mass)

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  • The Sequence, Dies Irae, from the Traditional Catholic Funeral Mass or Requiem Mass of the Latin Rite. It is also prayed sometimes in the Divine Office. It is a long prayer with a very simple prayer, allowing us to meditate on death and the judgment, and calling us to amend our own lives as we pray for mercy for the dead. This version is chanted by the Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos. The text of the Latin, and a beautiful English version follow:
    Dies iræ, dies illa
    Solvet sæclum in favilla,
    Teste David cum Sibylla.
    Quantus tremor est futurus,
    Quando Judex est venturus,
    Cuncta stricte discussurus!
    Tuba mirum spargens sonum,
    Per sepulchra 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 tremendæ majestatis,
    Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
    Salva me, fons pietatis.
    Recordare, Jesu pie,
    Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:
    Ne me perdas illa die.
    Quærens me, sedisti lassus:
    Redemisti Crucem passus:
    Tantus labor non sit cassus.
    Juste Judex ultionis,
    Donum 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 meæ non sunt dignæ;
    Sed tu bonus fac benigne,
    Ne perenni cremer igne.
    Inter oves locum præsta.
    Et ab hædis me sequestra,
    Statuens in parte dextra.
    Confutatis maledictis,
    Flammis acribus 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.
    Day of wrath and doom impending.
    David's word with Sibyl's blending,
    Heaven and earth in ashes ending.
    Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth,
    When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
    On whose sentence all dependeth.
    Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;
    Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth;
    All before the throne it bringeth.
    Death is struck, and nature quaking,
    All creation is awaking,
    To its Judge an answer making.
    Lo, the book, exactly worded,
    Wherein all hath been recorded,
    Thence shall judgement be awarded.
    When the Judge his seat attaineth,
    And each hidden deed arraigneth,
    Nothing unavenged remaineth.
    What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
    Who for me be interceding,
    When the just are mercy needing?
    King of Majesty tremendous,
    Who dost free salvation send us,
    Fount of pity, then befriend us!
    Think, kind Jesu! - my salvation
    Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation;
    Leave me not to reprobation.
    Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me,
    On the Cross of suffering bought me.
    Shall such grace be vainly brought me?
    Righteous Judge, for sin's pollution
    Grant Thy gift of absolution,
    Ere the day of retribution.
    Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
    All my shame with anguish owning;
    Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning!
    Through the sinful woman shriven,
    Through the dying thief forgiven,
    Thou to me a hope hast given.
    Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
    Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
    Rescue me from fires undying.
    With Thy sheep a place provide me,
    From the goats afar divide me,
    To Thy right hand do Thou guide me.
    When the wicked are confounded,
    Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
    Call me with Your saints surrounded.
    Low I kneel, with heart's submission,
    See, like ashes, my contrition,
    Help me in my last condition.
    Ah! that day of tears and mourning,
    From the dust of earth returning
    Man for judgement must prepare him,
    Spare, O God, in mercy spare him.
    Lord, all-pitying, Jesus blest,
    Grant them Thine eternal rest. Amen

Комментарии • 13

  • @stevefisher2610
    @stevefisher2610 3 года назад

    i think this is my favorite chant,, i played it at work alot,,

  • @danielmachado5576
    @danielmachado5576 4 года назад +2

    Nunca havia ouvido a esta versão. Muito boa.

  • @cassieb7215
    @cassieb7215 4 года назад +2

    Amen

  • @adalbertus628
    @adalbertus628 4 года назад +3

    *DEO GRATIAS*

  • @jamieswinehart2445
    @jamieswinehart2445 4 года назад +2

    GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!

  • @theolewell7535
    @theolewell7535 4 года назад +2

    thanks :)

  • @TheJan2866
    @TheJan2866 4 года назад +1

    The lord said he who is not with me is against me,

  • @Croopskate
    @Croopskate 4 года назад +3

    Haec verba narrant de propinquitate iustitiae Domini, sed etiam de propinquitate Domini ipsius. Abstineamus a peccatis, amici, dum vivimus his in diebus. Dies irae enim celeriter venturus est.

    • @kimlersue
      @kimlersue 3 года назад +1

      In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti....amen.

    • @thusspokedominicus
      @thusspokedominicus 2 года назад +1

      Amen, Frater me.

  • @johninman7545
    @johninman7545 4 года назад +3

    Memento mori! ? This just came on while I was walking.

  • @nesalimse7550
    @nesalimse7550 4 года назад +1

    ❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏

  • @lethalslaughterband5498
    @lethalslaughterband5498 3 года назад

    Not Cristian at all but I know that this chand is used alot in music