Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
with flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
a lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep
mine; and jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
for every searcher there.
Thy
Word is like a starry host: a
thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler and
make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory, where
soldiers may repair;
And find, for life’s long battle
day, all needful weapons there.
O may I love Thy precious Word,
may I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
may light upon me shine!
O may I find my armor there! Thy
Word my trusty sword,
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
the battle of the Lord.
