Thy word is like a graden, Lord

1.

Thy word is like a graden, Lord

With flowers bright and fair

And every one 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 soldiers 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 trusted sword

I’ll learn to fight with every foe

The battle of the Lord