1 Thy word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck
A lovely garland there.
2 Thy word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths,
For every searcher there.
3 Thy word is like a starry host;
A thousand rays of light
Are seen, to guide the traveller
And make his pathway bright.
4 Thy word is like an armoury,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find for life’s long battle-day
All needful weapons there.
5 O may I love thy precious word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine!
6 O may I find my armour there,
Thy word my trusty sword!
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.
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First Line: | Thy word is like a garden, Lord |
Author: | Edwin Hodder (1837-1904) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | Means of grace: Scriptures |