What glory gilds the sacred page
C. M.
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What 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 power that gave it still suppliesThe gracious light and heat:Its truths upon the nations rise;They rise—but never set.
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Let everlasting thanks be thineFor such a bright display,As makes a world of darkness shineWith beams of heavenly day.
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My soul rejoices to pursueThe steps of him I love,Till glory breaks upon my viewIn brighter worlds above.