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I come to the the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
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
I shall dance when I enter His gates
I shall rest when He says, "Well done!"
Oh, I know I'll see, Jesus reach for me
And say, "You're race is won!"