| I come to the garden aloneWhile the dew is still on the rosesAnd the voice I hearfalling on my earThe Son of God disclosesAnd He walks with meAnd He talks with meAnd He tells me I am His ownAnd the joy we share as we tarry thereNone other has ever knownI d stay in the garden with Him Tho the night around me is fallingBut He bids me go; through the voice of woeHis voice to me is callingAnd He walks with meAnd He talks with meAnd He tells me I am His ownAnd the joy we share as we tarry thereNone other has ever known |
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