In The Garden – C. Austin Miles (1868-1946)

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.

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 know.

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 know.

I’d stay in the garden with Him~ Though the night around me keeps falling~ But He bids me go through the voice of woe~ His voice to me keeps calling~