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I come to the garden alone |
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While the | dew is still on the rose | s |
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And the | voice I hear, falling | on | my | ear |
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The | Son of God dis | closes |
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And He | walks with me |
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And He | talks with me |
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And He | tells me I am His | own |
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And the | joy we | share | as we tarry | there |
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None | other has | ever | known |
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He speaks and the sound of His voice |
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Is so | sweet the birds hush their singi | ng |
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And the | melody that He | gave | to | me |
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With | in my heart is | ringin | g |
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And He | walks with me |
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And He | talks with me |
Bm | A | |
And He | tells me I am His | own |
A | C# | D | Dm | |
And the | joy we | share | as we tarry | there |
A | E | A | |
None | other has | ever | known |
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I'd stay in the garden with Him |
D | A | |
Though the | night around me be fall | ing |
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But He | bids me go through the | voice | of | woe |
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His | voice to me is | callin | g |
A | |
And He | walks with me |
E | |
And He | talks with me |
Bm | A | |
And He | tells me I am His | own |
A | C# | D | Dm | |
And the | joy we | share | as we tarry | there |
A | E | A | |
None | other has | ever | known |