I have beautiful memories of singing this old hymn as a child in my home church, with the lights low, a great settling of peace, and sensing the sweetness of the presence of God sweeping the sanctuary. King David wrote in the book of Psalm that God resides with those who praise Him. Any place on earth where people raise their voices to worship Him, He is there too. How God longs to be in fellowship with us. This old hymn expresses that.

I Come to the Garden Alone
by C. Austin Miles, 1913

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
Though 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.