h Thine elected!

Low in supplication bending.
Heart as though with ashes blending;
Cure for me when all is ending.

When on that dread day of weeping
Guilty man in ashes sleeping
Wakes to his adjudication,
Save him, God! from condemnation!

From the Latin of THOMAS A CELANO.

Translation of JOHN A. DIX. [A]

[Footnote A: General Dix's first translation of the "Dies Irae" was
made in 1863; the revised version (given above) appeared in 1875.
Bayard Taylor wrote of the earlier one: "I have ... heretofore sought
in vain to find an adequate translation. Those which reproduced the
spirit neglected the form, and _vice versa_. There can be no higher
praise for yours than to say that it preserves both."]

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MY GOD, I LOVE THEE.

My God, I love thee! not because
I hope for heaven thereby;
Nor because those who love thee not
Must burn eternally.

Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace!
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace,

And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
Yea, death itself,--and all for one
That was thine enemy.

Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;

Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me,
O everlasting Lord!

E'en so I love thee, and will love,
And in thy praise will sing,--
Solely because thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

From the Latin of ST. FRANCIS XAVIER.

Translation of EDWARD CASWALL.

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VENT CREATOR SPIRITUS.

[Sometimes attributed to the Emperor Charlemagne. The better
opinion, however, inclines to Pope Gregory I., called the
Great, as the author, and fixes its origin somewhere in the
sixth century.]

Creator Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come visit every pious mind.
Come pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.

O source of uncreated light.
The Father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire.
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy seven-fold en