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.
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.
I’d stay in the garden with Him, Though the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go; thru the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.