606 ~ I Come to the Garden Alone
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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.
Refrain
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 Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; Through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.