I come to the garden alone,While the dew is still on the roses,And the voice I hear falling on my earThe 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 voiceIs so sweet the birds hush their singing,And the melody that He gave to meWithin 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; through the voice of woeHis 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.独步徘徊在花园里，玫瑰花尚有晶莹朝露，忽有温柔声，传入我耳中，乃是神子主耶稣。祂与我同行，又与我共话，对我说，我单属于祂；与主在园中，心灵真快乐，前无人曾经历过。祂与我同行，又与我共话，对我说，我单属于祂；与主在园中，心灵真快乐，前无人曾经历过。I am His own.