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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
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 tary there
None other has ever known.

 





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