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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, but borrows none.
3 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.
4 Let everlasting thanks be Thine,
For such a bright display
William Cowper, 1779
3 It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world; It is the chart and compass
That o'er life's surging sea, 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands
Still guides, O Christ, to Thee. 4 O make Thy Church, dear Saviour,
A lamp of purest gold,
Thy true light, as of old.
By this their path to trace,
Wm. Walsham How, 1867
But, Lord, Thy Church is
pray - ing yet,
thou-sand years the
10 WHERE are kings and empires now
Of old that went and came?
A thousand years the same.
2 We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.
3 For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy Church, O God,
And tempests are abroad,
4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A. Cleveland Coxe, 1839. Alt, and art,