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.