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      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      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