"I come to the garden alone,
while 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 talks to me,
and tells me I am His own,
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known."
"I come to the garden alone,
while 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 talks to me,
and tells me I am His own,
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known."