IN THE GARDEN 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. 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. I'd stay in the garden with Him Tho the night around me be falling; But He bids me go thru the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. 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. TRIPLES with EMMA