In The Garden sing and play along

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.

He known.