Thy Word is like a storehouse, Lord, With full provision there, And everyone who seeks may come, Its glorious wealth to share. Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine, And jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depths For every searcher there.
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Thy Word is
C
like a
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storehouse, Lord,
With
C
full pro
D7
vision
G-C
there,
And
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every
D7
one who
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seeks may come,
Its
D
glorious
A7
wealth to
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share.
Thy
D7
Word is
G
like a
D
deep, deep
G
mine,
And
C
jewels
A7
rich and
D-D7
rare
Are
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hidden
C
in its
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mighty
Em
depths
For
C
every
D7
searcher
G-C-G
there.
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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.
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.
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Thy Word is
C
like a
G
starry host:
A
C
thousand
D7
rays of
G-C
light
Are
G
seen to
D7
guide the
G
traveler,
And
D
make his
A7
pathway
D
bright.
Thy
D7
Word is
G
like an
D G
armory,
Where
C
soldiers
A7
may
D-D7
repair,
And
G
find, for
C
life's long
G
battle
Em
day,
All
C
needful
D7
weapons
G-C-G
there.
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O may I love Thy precious Word, May I explore the mine, May I its glorious riches take, 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.
O may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its glorious riches take,
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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O may I
C
love Thy
G
precious Word,
May
C
I
D7
explore the
G-C
mine,
May
G
I its
D7 G
glorious riches take,
May
D
light
A7
upon me
D
shine.
O
D7
may I
G
find my
D
armor
G
there,
Thy
C
Word my
A7
trusty
D-D7
sword;
I'll
G
learn to
C
fight with
G Em
every foe
The
C
battle
D7
of the
G-C-G
Lord.
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Word of the ever living God, Will of His glorious Son; Without Thee how could earth be trod, Or God and Christ be won? Lord, grant us all aright to learn The wisdom it imparts, And to its heav’nly teaching turn, With simple, child-like hearts.
This implies that the word of God is waiting for us and calling to us to mine it’s riches! Let us all go into the mine and spend time there, as much as needed, until we find some jewels hidden there.
While searching the Web, a site puts forth these four lines as the first lines of stanza 1:
Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
A garden versus a storehouse is really different. The more I get into these variations, I cannot help but appreciate the labor of the brothers before us to present hymns that are more in line with truth and therefore are more meaningful. Praise the Lord!