Thy Word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair,
And every one 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.

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 an armory, 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!
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.

Edwin Holder (1837 – 1904)

“Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin against thee.”¬† Psalm 119:11

“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching¬† and admonishing one another in psalms
and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.” Colossians 3:16