1 I come to the garden alone,
2 He speaks, and the sound of His voice
3 I'd stay in the garden with Him,
1 While the dew is still on the roses;
2 Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
3 Though the night around me be falling,
1 And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
2 And the melody That He gave to me,
3 But He bids me go: Through the voice of woe
1 The Son of God dis-closes.
2 With-in my heart is ringing.
3 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 tar-ry there,
None other has ever known.