Thy word is like a garden,Lord, With flowers brignt and fair, And everyone that seeks may find A lovely garland there.

Thy word is like a deep, deep mine And jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depth For every searcher there.

Thy word is like the starry host! A thousand rays of light Are seen to guide the traveller, And make this pathway bright.

Thy word is like a glorious choir, And loud is anthems ring; Though many tongues and parts unite, It is one song they sing.

Thy word is like armoury, Where soldiers may repair, And find for life's battle day All needful weapons there.

Oh! May love Thy precious Word, May I explore its mine! May its fragrant flowers glean, May light upon me shine!

Oh! May I find my armour there, Thy word my trusty sword; I'll learn to fight with every foe The battle of the Lord.