1 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.

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]