William Cowper
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The light and glory of the word.
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun
It gives a light to every age,
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,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heav'nly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love;
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.