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 walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own. 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 hush their singing! 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 is falling; but He bids me go through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. Read: The story behind the hymn/song
John 20:1-2,11-14,16-17 – “The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. 2 Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him. 11 But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12 And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. 13 And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him. 14 And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. 16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. 17 Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.” Read entire chapter (John 20)
Writer: Charles A. Miles (1912)
In Loving Memory of Jeffrey David Lawrence
August 29, 1961 - October 23, 2020