When early morning beckons me outdoors I am often reminded of the old hymn "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;
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."
Thank you for letting me share this sweet hymn with you. Have a blessed week!
