In The Garden
One of the favorite hymns of many people in my church is “In The Garden.” C. Austin Miles wrote this great hymn over a century ago and he tells us, in his own words, how he came to write it:
“One day in April, 1912, I was seated in the dark room, where I kept my photographic equipment and organ. I drew my Bible toward me; it opened at my favorite chapter, John 20-whether by chance or inspiration let each reader decide. That meeting of Jesus and Mary had lost none of its power and charm.
“As I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene. I became a silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary's life, when she knelt before her Lord, and cried, Rabboni!
“My hands were resting on the Bible while I stared at the fight blue wall. As the light faded, I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a garden, looking down a gently winding path, shaded by olive branches. A woman in white, with head bowed, hand clasping her throat, as if to choke back her sobs, walked slowly into the shadows. it was Mary. As she came to the tomb, upon which she placed her hand, she bent over to look in, and hurried away.
“John, in flowing robe, appeared, looking at the tomb; then came Peter, who entered the tomb, followed slowly by John.
“As they departed, Mary reappeared; leaning her head upon her arm at the tomb, she wept. Turning herself, she saw Jesus standing, so did I. I knew it was He. She knelt before Him, with arms outstretched and looking into His face cried, Rabboni!
“I awakened in sunlight, gripping the Bible, with muscles tense and nerves vibrating. Under the inspiration of this vision I wrote as quickly as the words could be formed the poem exactly as it has since appeared. That same evening I wrote the music.”
It’s a beautiful tune and has become one of the great hymns of all time. I always enjoy singing it.
In The Garden
1-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.
Refrain:
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.
2-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. [Refrain
3-I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go; thro' the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling. [Refrain]
