| N 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 |
| 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 that the birds hush their |
| singing |
| And the melody that he gave to me within my heart is ringing |
| And he walks with me… |
