| Song | Day Of Wrath! O Day Of Mourning |
| Content Description | “Day of Wrath O Day of Mourning” is the English rendering of the historic hymn Dies Irae, a profound meditation on the final judgment and the coming Day of the Lord. Rooted in medieval Christian tradition, this powerful worship hymn reflects themes of repentance, divine justice, and the hope of mercy through Christ. The lyrics stir deep reflection on eternity and human accountability before God. Often used in liturgical and reflective worship settings, this hymn continues to inspire believers to seek grace and salvation while remembering the seriousness of God’s final judgment. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Hymn, Classical Worship, Choir Song, Traditional Christian Song, Latin Hymn Translation, Sacred Music |
| Theme(s) | Judgment Day, Repentance, Mortality, Divine Justice, Salvation |
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Day Of Wrath! O Day Of Mourning!
See Fulfilled The Prophet’s Warning!
Heaven And Earth To Ashes Burning!
O What Fear Man’s Bosom Rendeth!
When From Heaven The Judge Descendeth,
On Whose Sentence All Dependeth!
Wondrous Sound 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, Good Jesu, My Salvation Return
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 That Day Of Retribution.
Guilty Now I Pour My Moaning,
All My Shame With Anguish Owning;
Spare, O God, Thy Suppliant Groaning!
Thou The Sinful Woman Savedst;
Thou The Dying Thief Forgavest;
And To Me A Hope Vouchsafest.
Worthless Are My Prayers And Sighing,
Yet, Good Lord, In Grace Complying,
Rescue Me From Fires Undying.
With Thy Favoured Sheep O Place Me,
Nor Among The Goats Abase Me;
But To Thy Right Hand Upraise Me!
While The Wicked Are Confounded,
Doomed To Flames Of Woe Unbounded,
Call Me, With Thy Saints Surrounded.
Low I Kneel, With Heart-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 Judgment Must Prepare Him;
Spare, O God, In Mercy Spare Him
Lord, All-Pitying, Jesu Blest,
Grant Us Thine Eternal Rest!
