In the Garden

Photos By Gail P. Smith, text by C. Austin Miles, from the hymn, "In the Garden."

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 is 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.