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I come to the garden alone |
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While the dew is still on the roses |
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And the voice |
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I hear, falling on my ear |
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The Son of |
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God discloses |
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And He walks with me and |
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He talks with me |
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And He tells me |
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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 |
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His voiceIs so sweet, the birds hush their singing |
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And the melody that |
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He gave to me |
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Within my heart is ringing |
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And He walks with me and |
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He talks with me |
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And He tells me |
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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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I'd stay in the garden with |
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Him'Tho the night around me be falling |
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And He bids me go, through the voice of woe |
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His voice to me is calling |
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And He walks with me and |
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He talks with me |
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And He tells me |
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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 |
