I
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
II
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.
III
The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.
IV
Let everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heav’nly day.
V
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.