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'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
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