Lyrics by Charles A. Miles, 1913
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.
Refrain:
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.
Lyrics and music in the Public Domain
Photo taken in Colonial Williamsburg, VA, 2007
The Abundant Heart 
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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I love the words and tune. Maybe I will be humming this all day? 💕
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The school song for my high school was written to this tune. And I do love these lyrics too.
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Love every thing about this song and yes, I too will by humming it! ~ Blessings ~
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Happy humming! 🙂
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Really loved this post! One of my favorites! My fingers always seem to start playing it if I stay at the piano for any length of time. This and the Old Rugged Cross. Thanks for the uplifting post!
Chuck
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You’re quite welcome! 🙂
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Love this song
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🙂
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My mother had two favorite songs. This was one of them. I sang it at her funeral. Thanks for posting. Oh! The other was the Beer Barrel Polka…go figure.
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Lol. Sounds like your mom was a lot of fun to be around. Glad to bring back happy memories.
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