A glory gilds the sacred page
From Oremus Hymnal
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.
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