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 the sound of His voice Is so sweet that 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 Just a closer walk with Thee Grant it Jesus, is my plea 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 and griefs to bear What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer Oh what peace we often forfeit Oh what needless pain we bear All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer Take it the Lord in prayer