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In the Garden

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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!"

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This page created in memory of Mr. Harrold Sellers

Notes: Last verse written by Nicey Mathews, 2001

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