Thy Word is like a storehouse, Lord

Thy Word is like a storehouse

Lord

With full provision there

And everyone who seeks may come

Its glorious wealth to share.

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 glorious riches take

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.

Word of the ever living God

Will of His glorious Son;

Without Thee how could earth be trod

Or God and Christ be won?

Lord

grant us all aright to learn

The wisdom it imparts

And to its heav’nly teaching turn

With simple

child-like hearts.