She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

Henceforth The Majesty Of God Revere;fear Him, And You Have Nothing Else To Fear.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!