In the Garden
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.
He
speaks, And the sound of His voice
Is so sweet
the birds hush their singing,
And the melody That
he gave to me,
With in my heart is
ringing.
I'd stay in
the garden with Him,
Tho' the night a-round me
be falling,
But he bids me go; Thru the
voice of woe,
His voice to me is
calling.
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.
Song by Elvis
Presley
Composer C. Austin
Miles
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