Friday, September 7, 2007

I Come to the Garden Alone

I came across this hymn in my quiet time the other day. My mother always used to sing this to me and my sisters when were little (and she still does to this day to the other peeps abiding in the household). It was my grandfather's favorite song. I just wanted to share it. I didn't actually know there were more verses after the first two. I may have some discourse on it later.

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.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.