The 1950's style and modesty

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.