The Holy Catholic Church
Oh, Bride of Christ, you’re beautiful
So radiant your face.
Crowned in love by holy priests
Your raiment spun of grace.
Attended to by angel choirs
That ever sing your praise,
The mother of the blessed saints
Who wisely chose your ways.
Protector of the Eucharist
Beloved of the Queen,
The keeper of the flame of faith
The door to truths unseen.
Pure flower of the Spring of Life
The soul’s sweet lullaby,
Oh, God’s most gracious gift to man
Through you how blest am I.
Kate Watkins Furman
