Your Word is like a gar-den, Lord,
With flow-ers bright and fair;
And ev-ery-one who seeks may pluck
A love-ly clus-ter there.
Your word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jew-els rich and rare
Are hid-den in its might-y depths
For ev-ery search-er there.
Your Word is like a star-ry host:
A thou-sand rays of light
Are seen to guide the trav-el-er,
And make his path-way bright.
Your Word is like an ar-mor-y,
Where sol-diers may re-pair,
And find, for life's long bat-tle day,
All need-ful wea-pons there.
O may I love your pre-cious Word,
May I ex-plore the mine,
May I its fra-grant flow-ers glean,
May light up-on me shine.
O may I find my ar-mor there,
Your Word my trus-ty sword;
I'll learn to fight with ev-ery foe
The bat-tle of the Lord.