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King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us!
Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering bought me.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:.
As such, it is still heard in churches where the Tridentine Latin liturgy is celebrated.
The day of wrath, that day will dissolve the world in ashes, David being witness along with the Sibyl.
The American writer Ambrose Bierce published a satiric version of the poem in his book Shapes of Claypreserving the original metre but using humorous and sardonic language; for example, the russian models thumbs verse is rendered:.
Naturally, I decided to liven up my Latin by reading a famous medieval dirge for the dead.
Tremor breaks out, how great, how loud, When the Judge is coming, sitting, Viewing souls, soon shatters bad ones.
Once the cursed have been silenced, sentenced to acrid flames:
I have given up trying to keep the meter, rhyme, and meaning intact.