Thy word is like a garden, Lord,

With flowers bright and fair,

And every one that seeks may find

A lovely garland 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 the starry host!

A thousand rays of light

Are seen to guide the traveller,

And make his pathway bright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thy Word is like a glorious choir,

And loud its anthems ring;

Though many tongues and parts unite,

It is one song they sing.

 

 

 

 

 

Thy word is like an armoury,

Where soldiers may repair,

And find for life’s long battle day

All needful weapons there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh! may I love Thy precious Word,

May I explore its mine

May I its fragrant flowers glean,

May light upon me shine!

 

 

 

 

 

Oh! may I find my armour there,

Thy word my trusty sword;

I’ll learn to fight with every

foe

The battle of the Lord.