I Come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the ro-ses;
And the joy we share as we tar-ry there,
The Son of God dis-clos-es.
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 tar-ry there,
None other, has ev-er known.
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet as the birds hush their singing
And the me-lo-dy that He gave to me
With-in my heart is ringing.
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.