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