Songs

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord

		
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			C.M.

1	Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, 
	With flowers bright and fair; 
	And every one who seeks may pluck
	A lovely cluster 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 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 armory, 
	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.

			E.Hodder