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

He speaks and the sound of his voice

Is so sweet the birds rush 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

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