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HisWondrousWord
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.
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