Missa Cantata - First Sunday of Advent - Livestream Mass (EF)

Lockdown Livestream Mass - Sunday 22nd November 2020 at 10:30am: Last Sunday after Pentecost (EF Form) from ICKSP

Lockdown Live Stream - Sunday Mass (Extraordinary Form - High 24th Sunday after Pentecost) - Sunday, November 15

Lockdown Streamed Masses - Low Mass (EF) — 23rd Sunday after Pentecost

As all public Masses are banned, in England until December, here is a streamed Low Mass (EF) — 23rd Sunday after Pentecost (from Oxford Oratory).

Dies Irae - Gregorian Chant for Holy Souls

Latin

Dies irae, dies illa,

Solvet saeclum in favilla:

Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,

Quando iudex est venturus,

Cuncta stricte discussurus.

Tuba mirum spargens sonum,

Per sepulcra regionum,

Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,

Cum resurget creatura,

Iudicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur,

In quo totum continetur,

Unde mundus iudicetur.

Judex ergo cum sedebit,

Quidquid latet apparebit:

Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?

Quem patronum rogaturus?

Cum vix iustus sit securus.

Rex tremendae maiestatis,

Qui salvandos salvas gratis,

Salva me, fons pietatis.

Recordare Iesu pie,

Quod sum causa tuae viae:

Ne me perdas illa die.

Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:

Redemisti crucem passus:

Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Iuste Iudex 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 didisti.

Preces meae non sunt dignae:

Sed tu bonus fac benigne,

Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum praesta,

Et ab haedis 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 Iesu Domine,

Dona eis requiem. Amen.

English

Day of wrath, that day,

As the world dissolves in cinders,

Testified by David and the Sibyl.

Oh, how great shall be the quaking,

When the Judge will descend,

Investigating all things strictly.

The trumpet, emitting a wondrous sound,

Through the sepulchres of all regions,

To summon all before the throne.

Death and nature will marvel,

When these creatures are resurgent,

To the Judge responding.

The written book will be brought forth,

In which all is contained,

From which the world shall be judged.

The Judge, therefore, will sit,

Revealing all that is hidden:

Nothing unavenged will remain.

What shall I, a wretch, then say?

Which patron will I entreat,

When even the just are not secure?

King of tremendous majesty,

Who freely gives salvation to the saved,

Save me, Oh, font of mercy.

Remember, pious Jesus,

That I am the cause of Thy way:

Do not lose me on that day.

Seeking me, Thou sank down wearily:

Redeeming me by suffering the Cross,

Such a great labor should not be lost.

Just Judge of vengeance,

Make a gift of remission,

Before the day of the accounts.

I sigh, like the guilty one:

My face reddens in guilt:

Spare the supplicating one, Oh, God.

Thou, who absolved Mary,

And heard the robber,

Give hope to me too.

My prayers are not worthy:

But Thou who art good, graciously grant,

That I not be burned in everlasting fire.

Among the sheep grant me a place,

And away from the goats separate me,

Setting me to stand at Thy right hand.

Once the cursed have been silenced,

Sentenced to acrid flames,

Call me with the blessed.

Praying humbly and kneeling,

My contrite heart like ashes:

Take care of my final end.

Tearful will that day be,

Whereby rising out of the dust.

The guilty man will be judged:

Spare them, Oh, God.

Pious Lord Jesus,

Grant them rest. Amen.