In The Garden

One, two, three

One, two, three

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

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known