verse 1
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
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
chorus
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 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
verse 2
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
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
chorus
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 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
verse 3
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
chorus
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
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
outro
None other has ever known
song info:
Verified yes
Language
GenreGospel
Rank−
Duration00:04:23
Charts
Copyright ©Distrokid, Warner Chappell Music
WriterC. Austin Miles
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 9th, 2023
About"In the Garden" (sometimes rendered by its first line "I Come to the Garden Alone" is a gospel song written by American songwriter C. Austin Miles (1868–1946), a former pharmacist who served as editor and manager at Hall-Mack publishers for 37 years. According to Miles' great-granddaughter, the song was written "in a cold, dreary and leaky basement in Pitman, New Jersey that didn't even have a window in it let alone a view of a garden." The song was first published in 1912 and popularized during the Billy Sunday evangelistic campaigns of the early twentieth century by two members of his staff, Homer Rodeheaver and Virginia Asher.