In The Garden
C. Austin Miles
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear
falling on my ears
The Son of God discloses
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet that the birds they hide their singing
And the melody that he sings to me
Within my heart is still ringing
(Chorus)
And he walks with me and he talks with me
And he tells me that I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known