C A. Miles
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.
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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.
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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.