In The Garden
I come to the garden alone
while 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 is
falling,
but He bids me go; Thro' 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.
Austin
Miles 1912
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