I Come To The Garden Alone
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.
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.
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.
Thanks for dropping in; hope you enjoyed this lovely hymn by Elvis.
