GRH 240 A Glory Gilds the Sacred Page

(1)
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to ev’ry 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
That makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heav’nly day.

(4)
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.