In the Garden, by Charles Austin Miles, Kenon D. Renfrow, piano

Chorus
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.

Verse 1
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.

Verse 2
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.

Verse 3
I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go, thro' the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

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