As Glory Guilds the Sacred Page

A Glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to every page;

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

That makes a world o f 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.

William Cowper

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