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...