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 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
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;
through 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
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