I COME TO THE GARDEN ALONE

I come to the garden alone

while the drew is still on the roses

and the voice I hear falling on my ear
the son of God disclose

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,

and he tells me I am his own;
and a joy we share as tarry there,
none other has ever known. 

He speaks and the sound of invoice,
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 talked 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’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me is falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of a 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.