In The Garden
      by Charles Miles

      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
      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