Sun, I Come To See You For

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

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

Extreme Justice Is Often Injustice.