Hymn Sing Along

I come to the Garden
Go tell it on the Mountain
Sweet Hour of Prayer
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I come to the garden alone
while dew is still on the roses and
the voice I hear falling on my ear.
The Son of God discloses and

CHORUS:
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.

VERSE:
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.

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.

VERSE:
I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me is falling,
but He bids me go; Thro' 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,
None other has ever known.

 

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