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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 I hear falling on my ear |
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The son of God discloses |
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And He walks with me 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 that the birds hush their singing |
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And the melody that He gave to me |
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Within my heart, oh it's ringing |
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And He walks with me 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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And the joy we share as we tarry there |
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None other has ever known |
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None other has ever known |
