I Come to the Garden Alone

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.

Photo by Worakit Sirijinda (source)

And the melody He gave to me


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.

I'd stay in the garden with Him

Though night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; through 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.

Hymn: Charles Austin Miles (1912)