I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear, falling on my ear
the song 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.
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.
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.