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!
He
speaks and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet 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!
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The Story Behind "In The Garden" in his own words:
“One day in April 1912, I
was seated in the dark room where I kept my photographic equipment,
and also my organ. I drew my Bible toward me and it opened at my
favorite book and chapter, John chapter twenty. I don’t know if
this was by chance or by the work of the Holy Spirit. I will let you
the reader decide. That story of Jesus and Mary in John 20 had lost
none of its power and charm.
It was though I was in a trance,
as I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene. I became a
silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary’s life when she
knelt before her Lord and cried, “Rabboni”. I rested my hands on
the open Bible, as I stared at the light blue wall. As the light
faded, I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a garden, looking
down a gently winding path, shaded by olive branches. A woman in
white, with head, bowed, hand clasping her throat, as if to choke
back her sobs, walked slowly into the shadows. It was Mary. As she
came unto the tomb, upon which she placed her hand, she bent over to
look in and ran away.
John, in a flowing robe, appeared
looking at the tomb. Then came Peter, who entered the tomb, followed
slowly by John. As they departed, Mary reappeared leaning her head
upon her arm at the tomb, she wept. Turning herself, she saw Jesus
standing there, so did I. I knew it was He. She knelt before Him,
with arms outstretched, and looking into His face cried,
“Rabboni”.
I awakened in sunlight, gripping my Bible with
my muscles tense, and nerves vibrating, under the inspiration of the
Holy Spirit. I wrote as quickly as the words could be formed the
lyrics exactly as it is sung today. That same evening, I wrote the
tune. It is sung today as it was written in 1912.”
C. Austin Miles