I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses

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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
A solas al huerto yo voy, Cuando duerme
aún la floresta
Y en quietud y paz
con Jesús estoy
Oyendo absorto allí su voz
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2
(chorus)
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
(coro) El
conmigo está, puedo oír
su voz, Y
que suyo, dice, seré Y el
encanto que
hallo en él allí,
Con nadie tener podré
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3
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
Tan dulce
es la voz del Señor, Que
las aves
guardan silencio
Y tan sólo se oye
su voz de amor,
Que inmensa paz al alma
da
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4
(chorus)
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
(coro) El
conmigo está, puedo oír
su voz, Y
que suyo, dice, seré Y el
encanto que
hallo en él allí,
Con nadie tener podré
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5
Id 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
Con él encantado
yo estoy,
Aunque
en torno llegue la noche
Mas me ordena ir,
y a
escuchar yo voy, Su voz doquier
la pena esté
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(chorus)
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
(coro) El
conmigo está, puedo oír
su voz, Y
que suyo, dice, seré Y el
encanto que
hallo en él allí,
Con nadie tener podré
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