The Garden

by FGT MEMBERS

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.
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.
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.