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. I'd stay in the garden with Him, Though the night around me be falling; But He bids me go; thru the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.Не Мерхаметли, Мерхаметли, Мерхаметлисин Por La Justicia De Jesús 150.Мезмур Ciò che lo Spirito dice Chihowa im ʋlla pia Pewnej nocy sẖkẖṣk kfạyty Ya Yesu, Ruhunka Kaɗai Zai Juye Zuciyarmu Раб'ден Башка Танръ Вар Мъ? Keď slnka jas a svetlo hviezd hasne nám
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