Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord
- Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And ev'ry-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 ev'ry 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 ev'ry foe
The battle of the Lord!