Saturday, July 10, 2010

In The Garden

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 know.
Austin Miles 1912

8 comments:

Mildred said...

One of my favorite hymns and what a lovely rose bush Patsy.

Carol said...

I love this old hymn. Your roses are gorgeous!

Smiles,
Carol

Our Cross Stitching Home/Historie/One of God's little Princesses said...

I always think of my Dad walking with the Lord in His beautiful garden when I hear this hymn. Lovely picture, too!

Rae said...

I am hearing the music in my head. It is a lovely old hymn. Your roses are gorgeous!

Charlene said...

One of my favorite songs. Happy Sunday to you.

Bernideen said...

Yes, I also love this old hymn. Beautiful blog!

Shelley said...

This is a beautiful and serene hymn! Those white roses are beautiful and serene as well!

Far Side of Fifty said...

Beautiful white roses, this was my Mother In Laws favorite hymn ..we sang it at her funeral. She lived a good long life:)