C A. Miles

P.M.

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.

2

He speaks, and the sound of His voice

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody

That He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing.

3

I’d stay in the garden with Him

Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go;

Through the voice of woe,

His voice to me is calling.