Say, who is she, that looks abroad

Verse 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:

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Clear as the sun, when from the east Without a cloud he springs, And scatters boundless light and heat, From his resplendent wings.

Verse 4

Tremendous as an host that moves Majestically flow, With banners wide-disply'd, all arm'd, All ardent for the ofe!

Verse 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.