A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun : It gives a light to every age ; It gives, but borrows none.
2. The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : Its truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set.
3. Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
4. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above !