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

I stay in the garden with Him
All the darkness around us is falling
But He bids me go through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
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;

None other has ever known