1 Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And ev’ry one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there;
And ev’ry one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.

2 Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For ev’ry searcher there;
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For ev’ry searcher there.

3 Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the trav’ler
And make his pathway bright;
Are seen to guide the trav’ler
And make his pathway bright.

4 Thy Word is like an arm’ry grand,
Where soldiers may repair
And find for life's long battle day
All needful weapons there;
And find for life's long battle day
All needful weapons there.

5 O may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine!
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine!

6 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;
I'll learn to fight with ev’ry foe
The battle of the Lord.