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, this is true
IÂŽd stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling But He bids me go, through 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 And the joy we share as we tarry there