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. 

I stay in the garden with Him
All the darkness around us is 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; 

None other has ever known.