The Spirit Breathes Upon the Word

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
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 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.

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