The spirit breathes upon the Word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford, A sanctifying light.

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun: It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrow none.

The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat: Its truths upon the nations rise They rise, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a brigh 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.