1 The Spirit breathes upon the Word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun: It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. 3 The Hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat: His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 5 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love. Till glory break upon my view In brighter worlds above.