In The Garden

1. I come to the gar-den a-lone,
While the dew is still on the ros-es;
And the voice I hear, fall-ing on my ear,
The Son of God dis-clos-es.

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 tar-ry there,
None oth-er has ev-er known.

2. I'd stay in the gar-den with Him
Though the night a-round me be fall-ing,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is call-ing.
 

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 tar-ry there,
None oth-er has ev-er known.

Singer: Alan Jackson