In The Garden

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 that the birds hush their singing

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart, Oh, it's 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.

And the joy we share

As we tarry there

None other has ever known.

None other has ever known...