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 that I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known, this is true I'd stay in the garden with Him Though the night around 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 that 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 None other has ever known