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

2 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 battleday
All needful weapons there.

3 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.

Amen.