Say, who is she that looks abroad

Like the sweet, blushing dawn,

When with her living light she paints

The dew-drops of the lawn?

2 Fair as the moon when in the skies

Serene her throne she guides,

And o’er the twinkling stars supreme

In full orbed glory rides;

3 Clear as the sun, when from the east,

Without a cloud he springs,

And scatters boundless light and heat,

From his resplendent wings.

4 Tremendous as a host that moves

Majestically slow,

With banners wide displayed, all armed,

And fearless of the foe!

5 This is the church by heaven arrayed

With strength and grace divine;

Thus shall she strike her foes with dread,

And thus her glories shine.