The Garden of My Heart

There’s a sac­red and hal­lowed re­treat

Where my soul finds a fel­low­ship sweet

Where the Lord of my life I may meet

In the gar­den of my heart.

In the cool of the day He walks with me

In the rose bor­dered way He talks with me;

In love’s ho­ly un­ion

And sac­red com­mun­ion

In the gar­den of my heart.

There is naught can dis­turb or mo­lest

There my spir­it finds com­fort and rest

And my soul is no long­er dis­tressed

In the gar­den of my heart.

Shut away from earth’s strife and its din

And pro­tect­ed from soul stain­ing sin

For my Sav­ior is dwell­ing with­in

In the gar­den of my heart.

There the dove of sweet peace al­ways sings

And my faith ev­er trust­ing­ly clings;

And the chime of sweet hap­pi­ness rings

In the gar­den of my heart.