Yet I would lose no sting
Would wish no torture less
The more that anguish racks
The earlier it will bless
And robed in fires of hell
Or bright in heavenly shine
If it but herald death
The vision is divine
Would wish no torture less
The more that anguish racks
The earlier it will bless
And robed in fires of hell
Or bright in heavenly shine
If it but herald death
The vision is divine