In The Garden Medley
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 sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me within my heart is breading
And he walks with me, and he and talks with me
And he tells me I am his own. And the joy we share as we tarry there.
None other has ever has ever known.
Granted Jesus is my plead. Daily walking close to thee
Let it be dear Lord, Let it be, Let it be, dear Lord, Let it be.
What a friend we have in Jesus.
All our sins a grieves to bear. What a privilege to carry everything
to God in pray
Oh what piece often forfeit. Oh what needless pain we bare.
All because we do not carry everything to God in pray.
Take it to the Lord in prayer