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| | From: Joylee388 (Original Message) | Sent: 1/10/2005 9:00 AM |
In The Garden I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses; And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses.
And He walk with me and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the Joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing; And the melody that He gave to me; Within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, and the Joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.
I'd stay in the garden with Him Tho' the night around me be falling; But He bids me go- thru' the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.
And He walks with me and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the Joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. Written by C. Austin Miles May God Richly Bless You, Love In Christ, Joylee. TheJoyOfTheLordIsMyStrengh. |
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Amien,
Joylee. Bless you for sharing this great ole hymn.
Know U R Loved,
heidi
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