1 Say, who is she, that looks abroad
Like the sweet-blushing dawn,
When with her living lights 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 orb'd 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 an host that moves
Majestically flow,
With banners wide-disply'd, all arm'd,
All ardent for the ofe!

5 This is the church by heaven array'd
With strength and grace divine,
Thus shall she strike her foes with dread,
And thus her glories shine.