Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord

Verse 1 Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And everyone 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 every searcher there.

Verse 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 battle day,
All needful weapons there.

Verse 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 every foe
The battle of the Lord.