1 DIES IRE, DIES ILLA: HYMN OF THE CHURCH, IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT. I. HEAR ST thou, my soul, what serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure Indge, from Whose sharp ray The World in flames shall fly away. 11. O that fire! before whose face O that trump! whose blast shall run 1 Appeared originally in Steps of 1648 (pp. 106-7), where it is headed A Hymne in Meditation of the Day of Judgement: reprinted 1652 (pp. 71-78), 1670 (pp. 191-4). Our text is that of 1652, and its engraving here is reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition. See our Essay for critical remarks on this great version of a supreme hymn, G, IV. Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death! When a deep groan from beneath V. O that Book! whose leaues so bright VI. Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou say? VII. But Thou giu'st leaue (dread Lord!) that we Take shelter from Thy self, in Thee; And with the wings of Thine Own doue Fly to Thy scepter of soft loue. VIII. Dear, remember in that Day Who was the cause Thou cam'st this way. Thy sheep was stray'd; and Thou wouldst be Euen lost Thyself in seeking me. |