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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.

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.

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