1.A glory gilds the sacred page,Majestic, like the sun;It gives a light to every age,It gives, but borrows none.It gives, but borrows none.2.The Spirit breathes upon the word,And brings the truth to sight;Precepts and promises affordA sanctifying light.A sanctifying light.3.The hand that gave it, still suppliesThe gracious light and heat;His truths upon the nations rise,They rise, but never set.They rise, but never set.4.Let everlasting thanks be thine,For such a bright display;It makes a world of darkness shineWith beams of heav'nly day.With beams of heav'nly day.