I COME TO THE GARDEN ALONE
A Methodist Song
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.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
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.
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,
though the night around me be falling.
But He bids me go,
through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.
This page was created on 30 May 1998
Last updated on 30 May 1998
Reproduced with Thanks