Look into the poorest eyes
And find the hidden queen
The pool of gracious light reveals
The depth of the Red Sea
And she will lead us through the waves,
The first upon dry ground

Find the highly favored one,
Work-chafed, oppression’s child,
Whose people felt the stinging lash
Yet heard the Word of God
And she has heard His whisper rise
On the harshness of the wind

Humble as the lowly earth
Noble as the sacred stars
Find in her the hymn of grace
And the ancient battle-cry
The Enemy is slain by her
For the keenest sword is pure

Vessel of the Breath of God
Dew of manna’s morn,
More uproarious than the quake
That brought down Jericho
The mighty have their overthrow
Through a fragile desert flower

Her soul becomes the mirror glass
Reflecting Lord of Hosts
Her voice, the harp of David’s psalms
A royal treasure shared
Fairest of the human race,
Bear the Saving Fruit!

Dove of peace and healing hand,
Light our candles tall
For long’s the night of wanderers
And you must guide us home
Find us, daughter of the dawn,
Guide us to the Light!