“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 page; —
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.”