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.


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.


I’d stay in the garden with Him,

Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling.


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.

~by Charles A. Miles


If you read my recent Kim’s Korner, you know that I will be having surgery this week.  I would appreciate your prayers.  The surgery will affect the use of one my arms.  I will be back as soon as I am able.

5 thoughts on “In the Garden

  1. This is such a rich hymn. It was the one my grandmother always asked me to play on the piano when I visited her.

    Wishing you all the best as you go into surgery!

  2. I’m singing the song in my head now. Lovely words and thoughts.

    I’ll be praying about your surgery and that the Lord will send some English-speaking staff your way while you’re in the hospital.

  3. Oh, I love this song. It was my great-grandmother’s favorite and my grandpa often recalls it to mind, stating that he wants it to be sung at his funeral (even though it’s a “song”, not a “hymn” according to his understanding of what equates a hymn–that is, a song found within the Missouri Synod Lutheran hymnal!)

    I am praying for you now.

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