I Come to the Garden Alone  

I Come to the Garden Alone  

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.


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.


Composer and lyricist: Charles A. Miles (1868 – 1946)  Public domain.

Performance: R.I. Music (used with permission) 

Photo: Marge McCoy


Lord, I hear of Show’rs of Blessing

Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing
  Thou art scatt’ring full and free,
Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing;
  Let some drops now fall on me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Pass me not, O tender Savior!
  Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
  While Thou’rt calling, call for me

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Love of God, so pure and changeless!
  Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless!
  Magnify them all in me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Lyrics:  Elizabeth Codner

Music:  WiIliam Bradbury (1816 – 1868)

Photo: Vicki Kingma

at sunrise

The world has different owners at sunrise… Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Photo by Diane Domigan