Chrous

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.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.