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62. The Spirit breathes upon the word
Hymn 62
The Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A 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.