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
Its 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 Heavenly Day.

My Soul Rejoices To Pursue
The Steps Of Him I Love,
Till Glory Breaks Upon My View
In Brighter Worlds Above !