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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.
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.
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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