In The Garden

There is something about a garden that causes us to pause and to ponder about life and what it is all about. Is it any wonder that God created a magnificent garden to put the first humans in? It is a perfect place for quiet time with Him, sitting or walking.

Enjoy this excerpt from Then Sings My Soul, Volume 1, 150 of the World's Greatest Hymn Stories, by Robert J. Morgan:

1912

.... she turned around and saw Jesus standing there... ~John 20:14

The art of meditating on scripture involves using one's imagination. Instead of simply reading a passage, we must read it, close our eyes, and visualize the scene, perhaps even putting ourselves in the picture. That's what the author of this hymn did.

C. Austin Miles was a pharmacist who began writing gospel songs and eventually became  an editor of hymnals and songbooks, as well as a popular music director at camp meetings, conventions and churches. His hobby was photography, and he found his darkroom perfect for developing, not just photographs, but his devotional life. In its privacy and strange blue glow, Miles could read his Bible in total privacy.

One day in March, 1912, while waiting for some film to develop, he opened the Bible to his favorite chapter, John 20, the story of the first Easter. Miles later said: "As I read it that day, I seemed to be a part of the scene... My hands were resting on the Bible while I stared at the 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 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 full light, gripping my Bible, with muscles tense and nerves vibrating. Under the inspiration of this vision I wrote as quickly as the words would be formed the poem exactly as it has since appeared. That same evening I wrote the music."

In The Garden

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.

(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.

 

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.

(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.

 

I'd stay in the garden with Him, Though the night around me befalling,

But He bids me to go; through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.

(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, no other has ever known.

 

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