He Walks With Me, Talks With Me (In The Garden)

#write31days :: Day 8 (CanvaDesign)


This classic hymn by C. Austin Miles (©Word Pub.) is a favorite of so many. If you know it, sing along. If not, here is a version by Dwight Yoakam, sung at Buck Owens’ funeral. This is today’s invitation to Jesus: to walk with Him and talk with Him, and to know the joy of doing so.

In The Garden by C. Austin Miles



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.



  1. Garden photos shot at Brookgreen Gardens (South Carolina)

  2. Flower macro shots taken in our back yard during furlough in Brooklyn, OH

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