#173: Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

1

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, With flowers bright and fair;

And ev’ryone 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 solders may repair

And find, for life’s long battle-day, 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!