In the Garden - Daniel Martin Moore

Well, I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

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 that we share

As we tarry there

Nobody else has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice

All the birds hush their singing

And the melody

That He gave to me

Is in my heart just ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing

And He walks with me

And He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy that we share

As we tarry there

Nobody else has ever known

And He walks with me

And He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy that we share

As we tarry there

None other has ever known