1. Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, With flowers bright and fair; And everyone 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 every searcher there. |
2. 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 trusty sword; I'll learn to fight with every foe The battle of the Lord. |
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