As he meditated on the story of  Jesus and Mary Magdalene in the garden on the morning of the resurrection, song writer C. Austin Miles felt as if he were standing there witnessing the intimate friendship between Mary and her Lord.  Reverently he thought, “This is not an experience limited to a happening almost 2000 years ago but it is the daily companionship with the Saviour that makes up the Christian’s daily walk.”  The words and music he wrote following that experience became one of the most loved Gospel hymns of all time

In the Garden

By C. Austin Miles 1868-1946
But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping . . .
Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? . . .
Jesus saith unto her, Mary.
She turned herself, and saith unto Him,
Rabboni, which is to say, Master.
- John 20:11,15,16

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—thru 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.

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