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In The Garden
And He walk 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 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 walk 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.
I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go- thru' the voice of woe,
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 tarry there,
None other has ever known.
Written by C. Austin Miles