picture courtesy of Anna, from Chicago Botanical Gardens, 2009I went to a business women's luncheon today. It was at a couple of storefronts in downtown Wauconda (and yes, we do have a few storefronts on Main Street).
As I was walking out of one of the stores, I spotted a framed page from a hymnal and stopped to see what song was framed.
I showed it to my mom - it was one of Grandma Sabourin's favorites (my dad's mom). I remember she had it sung at her and Grandpa's 40th anniversary celebration. (We weren't sure it was quite appropriate, but it was her favorite!)
We sang it at her funeral.
I thought of her today, when I saw the song, so thought I'd share it with you.
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.
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 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.
3 comments:
That's one of my favorites too. Does that show my age?? But when we sang it around our piano when I was a girl, it was in a different language, a very musical, beautiful language. Spanish, of course!
One of my favorites too. Some hymns seem that much more special when they make you think of a loved one, don't they? One of my Dad's favorite hymns was "Great is Thy Faithfulness". We four kids sang it at his funeral and they hymn now always hold a dear place in my heart.
A beautiful hymn. And one giggle about the questionableness of having it sung at the anniversary. Hope you are having a good day.
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