1 THY Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair,
And every one that seeks may find
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 the starry host;
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveller,
And make his pathway bright.
4 Thy Word is like a glorious choir,
And loud its anthems ring;
Though many tongues and parts unite,
It is one song they sing.
5 Thy Word is like an armoury,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find for life’s long battle-day
All needful weapons there.
6 Oh! may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore its mine!
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine!
7 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.
Source: Redemption Hymnal #263
|First Line:||Thy word is like a garden, Lord|
|Title:||Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord|
|Author:||Edwin Hodder (1863)|