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
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.
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.