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
I'D STAY
IN THE GARDEN
WITH HIM
THOUGH THE NIGHT
AROUND ME IS FALLIN'
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
AND THE JOY WE SHARE
AS WE TARRY THERE
NONE OTHER
HAS EVER
KNOWN