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In the Garden In 1913, Charles Austin Miles wrote about the moment Mary Magdalene found Jesus alive.
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while the dew is still on the Roses |
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walks with me |
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And He talks with me |
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and He tells me I am His own |
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And the joy we share
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as we tarry there
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None other has ever known. |
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He speaks |
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and the sound of his voice |
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is
so sweet
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the birds hush their Singing
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And the melody that He gave to me |
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within my heart is |
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And |
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He
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walks with me |
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and he tells me i am his own |
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and the joy we share
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as we tarry there |
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none other has ever known |
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I'd stay in the garden with Him |
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though the night around me be falling |
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but He bids me go |
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through the voice of woe |
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His voice to me is calling |
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and He
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and He talks with me
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And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known
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