1 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:
His 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 break upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
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First Line: | A glory gilds the sacred page |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Holy Scriptures |