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 tary there,
None other, has ever known.
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