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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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