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Introduction

“In The Garden”—a song that feels like a gentle stroll through a place of serenity and reflection. Imagine walking down a dew-kissed path early in the morning, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the quiet hum of nature. That’s the essence captured in this timeless hymn.

Written in 1912 by C. Austin Miles, “In The Garden” isn’t just a song; it’s an experience. Miles, inspired by the biblical story of Mary Magdalene visiting the empty tomb of Jesus, composed this hymn to evoke the peaceful, personal communion one might feel in a garden, alone with their thoughts and spiritual presence.

What makes “In The Garden” so special is its ability to connect deeply with listeners across generations. It’s not just the melody that lingers in your mind long after the song ends, but the intimate lyrics that invite you to “walk with me and talk with me.” The song portrays a scene of comforting solitude where every listener can find a moment of peace, imagining themselves in their personal haven, perhaps reflecting on life, love, or faith.

As you listen to the gentle flow of its music, it’s easy to see why this hymn has found a special place at so many important occasions, from Sunday services to quiet moments of personal reflection. It’s a musical retreat into a world that feels both sacred and intensely personal.

Engaging with the Song:

  • Have you ever found a personal sanctuary, much like the garden described in the hymn, where you feel a deep sense of peace?
  • Can you recall a moment when a song perfectly encapsulated your feelings during a reflective time?

This hymn continues to resonate not just as a piece of music but as a comforting companion through the gardens of our lives, reminding us of the beauty and peace that can be found in moments of solitude.

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Lyrics

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
I’d stay in the garden with him
Though the night around me is 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
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known