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.He speaks, and the sound of His voiceIs so sweet the birds hush their singing;And the melody that He gave to meWithin my heart is ringing.I'd stay in the garden with HimTho' the night around me be falling;But He bids me go; thro' the voice of woe,His voice to me is calling.