Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen
Monday, November 2nd is the commemoration of all the faithful departed, commonly known as All Souls Day. On this day we remember and pray for all the faithful who have gone before us. Don't forget to spend some time praying today for all family members, friends, acquaintances, and even those unknown to you for eternal rest in Heaven with Our Lord. Visit a cemetery and pray for those buried there. And, of course, be sure to attend mass. There are indulgences that can be attained for the dead by doing such things.
The New Liturgical Movement has had a few posts on its site in the last week about All Souls Day that are worth reading. First, they have their 5th annual appeal for the clergy to wear black vestments for All Souls celebrations. They also have ideas for living a liturgical life.
Finally, here is the beautiful sequence, Dies Irae, from the Mass for the Dead. The Latin text can be read here. Below the video is a very poetic English translation.
Shall the world in ashes lay;
David thus and Sibyl say.
Oh, how great shall be the fear,
When at last, as Judge severe,
Christ the Lord shall reappear.
When the trumpet’s wondrous sound,
Ringing through each burial ground,
All shall call the Throne around.
Death and Nature then shall quake
As the Dead from dust awake,
To their Judge reply to make.
Then shall written book be brought,
Showing every deed and thought,
From which judgment will be sought.
So, before the Judge enthroned,
Shall each hidden sin be owned,
Naught of guilt left unatoned.
How shall then my life appear?
Who the Saint my prayer to hear,
When the just himself shall fear?
Thou, O dread and mighty King,
Mercy’s inexhausted Spring,
Now Thy free deliverance bring.
Think, good Jesus, think, I pray,
I it was that caused Thy way,
Cast me not aside that day!
Faint in search of me hast lain,
On the Cross hast suffered pain,
Shall such labor be in vain!
Who just judge of vengeance art,
Thy forgiveness now impart,
Ere the accepted day depart.
Guilty, lo, I groan with fear,
Whilst with shame Thy Throne I near,
Thou, O God, my crying hear!
Who didst bend to Mary’s grief,
Didst accept the contrite thief,
Wilt not grudge me Thy relief.
All unworthy though my prayer,
Yet be Thine the gracious care
That hell’s fire be not my share.
Far from that rejected band,
Mid Thy sheep O bid me stand,
Safely placed at Thy right hand.
When the cursed, at Thy behest,
Go to flames that never rest,
Call me Thou to join the Blest.
Prostrate now in prayer I bend,
Contrite now my breast I rend,
Help me Thou at my last end.
Sad indeed shall be the day
When the guilty, cast away,
Fall into eternal gloom.
Save us. Lord, from such a doom.
In Thy mercy, Jesus blest,
Grant Thy servants endless rest.
Amen.