Your Word is like a Garden, Lord

Your Word is like a gar-den, Lord, With flow-ers bright and fair; And ev-ery-one who seeks may pluck A love-ly clus-ter there. Your word is like a deep, deep mine; And jew-els rich and rare Are hid-den in its might-y depths For ev-ery search-er there. Your Word is like a star-ry host: A thou-sand rays of light Are seen to guide the trav-el-er, And make his path-way bright. Your Word is like an ar-mor-y, Where sol-diers may re-pair, And find, for life's long bat-tle day, All need-ful wea-pons there. O may I love your pre-cious Word, May I ex-plore the mine, May I its fra-grant flow-ers glean, May light up-on me shine. O may I find my ar-mor there, Your Word my trus-ty sword; I'll learn to fight with ev-ery foe The bat-tle of the Lord.