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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Refrain |
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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. |
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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. |
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Refrain |
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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. |
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Refrain |