In the Garden
C. Austin Miles
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The sun 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 mе
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