The Spirit breathes upon the Word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises
Afford a sanctifying light.

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.

 

The hand that gave it
Still supplies the gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise:
They rise, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day

 

My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

 

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