Who is she ascends so high

who is she ascends so high,
next the heav'nly king,
round about whom angels fly,
and her praises sing?

who is she adorned with light;
makes the sun her robe?
at whose feet the queen of night
lays her changing globe?

this is she in whose pure womb
heaven's prince remained;
wherefore in no earthly tomb
could she be contained.

heav'n she was, which held that fire,
whence the world took light,
and to heav'n doth now as pire:
flames with flames unite.

she that did so clearly shine,
our day once begun,
see how bright her beams decline,
sitting with the sun.