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:
Its 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 breaks upon my view
    In brighter worlds above.
William Cowper, 1731-1800