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

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.