In The Garden
(written by C. Aus­tin Miles, 1912)

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, 
non 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
with my hear 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, 
non other has ever known.

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  1. Thanks for stopping by and entering my giveaway. Your name is in the hat.

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  2. Love reading your blog. The photos of the Australian bush at sunset made me quite homesick. Congratulations to Tristan. And yes, I do love to cook. I usually do the Saturday evening meal and Sunday lunch. We had bubble and squeak tonight with fried plantains ... why? because that's what we had on hand! LL Nick

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  3. How beautiful. And that rose is gorgeous too!

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  4. We sang this in church this morning :) There's a little girl in our congregation that, never fails, always wants to sing this song.
    Thank you for you sweet comment!

    Emily

    (Beautiful rose too :)

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  5. I love that song! I was given a lovely print at our wedding of a young lady walking through a garden, so beautiful and full of color and a portion of that song quoted... :)
    Thank you for sharing!

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