IN THE GARDEN
1. 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.
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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.
2. 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.
3. 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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