THY Word is like a garden, Lord, 

 With flowers bright and fair; 

And every one who seeks may pluck 

A lovely nosegay there.

Thy word is like a deep, deep mine:

And jewels rich and rare 

Are hidden in its mighty depths,

For every searcher there.

Thy Word is like the 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; 

Though many tongues and parts unite,

It is one song they sing.

Thy Word is like an armory,

Where soldiers may repair, 

And find, for life's long battle-day,

All needful weapons there.

Oh, may I love thy precious Word,

May I explore the mine, 

May I its fragrant flowers glean,

May light upon me shine!

Edvrin Hodder.