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 glorious choir,
And loud its anthems ring;
Though many tongues and parts unite,
It is one song they sing.

2 Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find for life’s long battle day
All needful weapons there.
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.

Amen.