<< back to Songbook

227 - 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

Yah 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.