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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
That day of wrath
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Stevens was organist at the Charterhouse from 1796 until his death. This setting was probably written for use there.
Lyrics: Dies irae, transl. Walter Scott
That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay,
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
When, shriv'lling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heav'ns together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread.
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead.
Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When Man to judgement wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heav'n and earth shall pass away.
That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay,
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
When, shriv'lling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heav'ns together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread.
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead.
Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When Man to judgement wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heav'n and earth shall pass away.