In the Garden

Hymns

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.

Refrain
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.

I’d stay in the garden with Him tho’ the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe; His voice to me is calling.

 

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