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PansiesThe Beautiful Garden of Prayer

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There's a place that is wondrously fair;
For it glows with the light of His presence,
'Tis the beautiful garden of prayer.

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care,
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come meet Him there; 
Just to bow, and receive a new blessing,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

Refrain:

O the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,
O the beautiful garden of prayer;
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

By Eleanor Allen Schroll

 

I Must Tell Jesus

I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
In my distress He kindly will help me;
He ever loves and cares for His own.

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;
He is a kind, compassionate friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
Make of my troubles quickly an end.

Tempted and tried, I need a great Savior,
One who can help my burdens to bear;
I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;
He all of my cares and sorrows will share.

O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
Over the world the victory to win.

Refrain:

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone!
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me; Jesus alone.

By Elisha A. Hoffman

 

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.

He speaks and 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; through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

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.

By C. Austin Miles

 

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