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.
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The Spirit breathes upon the word,And brings the truth to sight;Precepts and promises affordA sanctifying light.
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The hand that gave it, still suppliesThe 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 shineWith beams of heavenly day.