Sunday, June 29, 2014
"In the Garden"
As a child my grandmother would sing this song until sleep would come.
Sadly it is not a hymn that is done much anymore. Growing up in a little country church it was often played for prayer time. More modern choruses have crowded it from the worship services today. I certainly miss it.
The words and music were written by C. Austin Miles. It's first copyright was 1912.
"I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses;
Thank you for letting me share this sweet hymn with you. Have a blessed week!
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