In the Garden
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, 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!
And the joy we
share as we tarry there,
None other, has
ever, known!
Words and Music by
C. Austin Miles , 1912
Arranged by Ray
Charles
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