A glory gilds the sacred page
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A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.
2
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
3
The hand that gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.
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Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display;
It makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.