GRH 230 Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord

(1)
Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely garland 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 a glorious choir,
And loud its anthems ring;
Tho’ many parts and tongues unite,
It is one song they sing.

(3)
Thy Word is like an armoury
Where soldiers may repair,
And find for life’s long battle day
All needful weapons there.
O may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine!