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The light and glory of the word.

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 borrows none.

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 heav'nly day.

My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love;

Till glory breaks upon my view

In brighter worlds above.