Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord

Thy Word is like a gar­den

Lord

With flow­ers bright and fair;

And ev­ery­one 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.