Michael Davies, R.I.P.
It is with deep sorrow that I have to inform everyone of the death of Mr. Michael Davies, the President d'Honneur of the International Una Voce Federation. Michael suffered a heart attack at 9:20 p.m. on Saturday 25th September and died instantly.
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat ei.
Michael's family will be keeping me informed and I will send out information as I receive it. They have also asked that for the moment no one contacts the family direct until arrangements have been made. Should anyone require any specific information please contact me via email on argentum@euphony.net
Leo Darroch, Secretary, International Federation Una Voce.
Posted 26 Sept 2004
We can't seem to get the entire proper for the Requiem posted, but here is the Dies Irae:
Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla, Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quando tremor est futurus, Quando judex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus.
Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulcra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit, et natura, Cum resurget creatura, Judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet, apparebit; Nil inultum remanebit.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus, Cum vix justus sit securus?
Rex tremendae majestatis, Qui salvandos salvas gratis, Salva me, fons pietatis.
Recordare, Jesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae; Ne me perdas illa die.
Quaerens me, sedisti lassus; Redemisti crucem passus; Tantus labor non sit casus.
Juste judex 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 dedisti.
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 Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem. Amen.
ENGLISH:
HE day of wrath, that dreadful day, Shall all the world in ashes lay, As David and the Sibyl say.
What tremor shall the soul affright, When comes that Judge whose searching light Brings thought and word and deed to light.
The last loud trumpet's spreading tone Shall through the place of tombs be blown, To summon all before the throne.
Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking To its Judge an answer making.
The written book shall be outspread, And all that it contains be read, To try the living and the dead.
Then shall the Judge His throne attain, And every secret sin arraign, Till nothing unavenged remain.
What shall my guilty conscience plead, And who for me will intercede, When even saints forgiveness need?
King of tremendous majesty! Who savest whom Thou savest, free, Thou fount of pity, save Thou me.
Remember, Jesus Lord, I pray, For me Thou walked'st on life's way; Confound me not on this last day.
'Twas me Thy weary footsepts sought, My ransom on the Cross was bought, Let not such labour come to naught.
Just Judge of recompense, I pray, Cancel my debt, too great to pay, Before the last accounting day.
My groans a culprit's heart declare, My cheeks shame's burning livery wear, Spare me, O God, Thy suppliant spare!
As Thou didst Mary's sin efface, And take the thief to Thine embrace, So dost Thou give me hope of grace.
Though all unworthy be my cry, Give grace, O gracious Lord, or I Shall burn in fires that never die.
Grant me among Thy sheep to stand; From outcast goats my soul diband, And raise me to Thine own right hand.
When cursed foes are put to shame, And given o'er to biting flame, Ah! with Thy blessed call my name.
Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end.
O day of weeping, day of woe, When rising from his pyre below, The sinner to his Judge shall cry,
'Spare me, Thou mighty God on high!' Ah, gentle Jesu, Saviour blest, Grant to them all eternal rest!. Amen.