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.



I’d stay in the garden with Him

Tho’ the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; thro’ 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.