I come to the

garden alone

© Words: Public Domain; Music: Public Domain. CCLI song #62858.

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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.

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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;�and the melody that he gave to me�within my heart is ringing.

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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 the night around me be falling;�But he bids me go; thro' the voice of woe,�his voice to me is calling.

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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.