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 disclosesAnd 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 knownI'd stay in the garden with Him

'Tho the night around me is falling

But He bids me go, through the voice of woe

His voice to me is callingAnd 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