HYMN 91. C. M

1 What glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun!
It gives a light to every age;
It gives-but borrows none.MIM 106.3

2 The power that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
Its truths upon the nations rise;
They rise-but never set.MIM 106.4

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.MIM 106.5

4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.MIM 106.6