THE BIBLE.
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.