Nisi laves, moribundus.
Dum hos artus vita regit,
Quando nox sepulcro legit;
Mortuos quum stare jubes,
Sedens Judex inter nubes;—
Jesus, pro me perforatus,
Condar intra tuum latus!
The wonderful hymn has suffered the mutations common to time and taste.
When I soar thro' tracts unknown
—becomes—