All Souls

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1 Cor. 15,51-57.

Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall all indeed rise again: but we shall not all be changed.
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet: for the trumpet shall sound and the dead shall rise again incorruptible. And we shall be changed.
For this corruptible must put on incorruption: and this mortal must put on immortality.
And when this mortal hath put on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?
Now the sting of death is sin: and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who hath given us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.


Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint John 5,25-29.

Amen, amen, I say unto you, that the hour cometh, and now is, when the dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God: and they that hear shall live.
For as the Father hath life in himself, so he hath given to the Son also to have life in himself.
And he hath given him power to do judgment, because he is the Son of man.
Wonder not at this: for the hour cometh wherein all that are in the graves shall hear the voice of the Son of God.
And they that have done good things shall come forth unto the resurrection of life: but they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of judgment.

Per Ipsum

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Dies Irae

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HELP, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,
The souls to Thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.

Those holy souls, they suffer on,
Resign'd in heart and will,
Until Thy high behest is done,
And justice has its fill.

For daily falls, for pardon'd crime,
They joy to undergo
The shadow of Thy cross sublime,
The remnant of Thy woe.

Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,
The souls to Thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.

Oh, by their patience of delay,
Their hope amid their pain,
Their sacred zeal to burn away
Disfigurement and stain;

Oh, by their fire of love, not less
In keenness than the flame,
Oh, by their very helplessness,
Oh, by Thy own great Name,

Good Jesu, help! sweet Jesu, aid
The souls to Thee most dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.


~ John Henry Newman