For October 18th:

“You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” Isaiah 58:11

In The Garden

I come to the garden alone

while the dew is still on the roses,

and 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

Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; Thru 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.

In The Garden, Lyrics & Music by C. Austin Miles, 1913;

United Methodist Hymnal, 1989