" ... In The Garden ... "
 
GIVE it TIME to LOAD

" ... 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 tarry there
None Other has ever known

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

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
 

( Words And Music By Charles Austin Miles, 1913 )
 

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Miles gave the background
To this beautiful hymn in his own words:

Q u o te:

"I read the story of the greatest morn in history.
The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early,
While it was yet very dark, unto the sepulcher.

Instantly, completely, there unfolded in my mind
The scenes of the garden,
Where out of the mists comes a form,

Halting, hesitating, tearful, seeking,
Turning from side to side
In bewildering amazement.

"Falteringly, bearing grief in every accent,
With tear-dimmed eyes, she whispers,
'If Thou has borne Him hence.'

"He speaks,
And the sound of His voice is so sweet
The birds hush their singing.
He said to her "Mary!"

"Just one word and forgotten are the heartaches,
The long dreary hours,
All the past blotted out in

His presence."

E n d  o f  Q u o te

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