She's noble, and of rarest worth,
From Thee, Most High! derives her birth;
She's like the Monarch of the day,
Rich gifts and virtues her array.
Her words are sweet and comfort well,
When grief our eyes with tears doth fill;
When 'neath affliction's rod we smart,
'Tis she revives the drooping heart.
She's full of grace and majesty,
Preserves us from mortality;