Garden Party

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

I'd stay in the garden with Him',Tho 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
- Words and Music by Charles Austin Miles, 1913

Happy birthday to woman who has tended the garden of her family for over forty years. Thank you for the soil of Christ in which you planted my life.
I didn’t write this old hymn, I’m giving it to you for your birthday anyway.
We love you!