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In the Garden
I come to the gar-den a-lone, While the dew is till on the ros-es, And the voice I hear, Fall-ing on my ear, The Son of God dis-clos-es.
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 tar-ry there, None oth-er has ev-er known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their sing-ing, And the mel-o-dy That He gave to me, With-in my heart is ring-ing,
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 tar-ry there, None oth-er has ev-er known.
I'd stay in the gar-den with Him Tho' the night a-round me be fal-ling, But He bids me go; Thro' the voice of woe His voice to me is cal-ling.
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 tar-ry there, None oth-er has ev-er known.