Glory Gilds The Sacred Page, A

A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to every age;

It gives, but borrows none.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word

And brings the truth to sight;

Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

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.