Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

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