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| In the Garden |
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| 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. |
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| 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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| He speaks, And the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me, With in my heart is ringing. |
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| 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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| I'd stay in the garden with Him, Tho' the night a-round me be falling, But He bids me go; Thru the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. |
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| And He walks with me, and talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we we tarry there, None other has ever known. |
| None other has ever known. |
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| page done on Jan. 30, 2001 |
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