In the Garden

On my drive to and from work this week, I have been enjoying the Collingsworth Family's Hymns From Home album that released last year. 

I love singing along with the old hymns. They carry so many truths and promises from Scripture and are set to melodies that resonate peace and joy. And the Collingsworth Family have such powerful blend and harmonies, they make these old gems shine with new luster.

As I listened and sang along with Kim Collingsworth's piano instrumental version of In the Garden, I thought about the beauties of God's creation I have been privileged to witness this spring and decided to try and share the beauty of that old hymn with a few of the sights I've managed to capture. I hope you enjoy.

(Click here to listen to the hymn while you scroll through the pictures.)

In the Garden

Written by C. Austin Miles

Published in 1912

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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 

Tho 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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