Old Fashioned Sunday Hymn Sing #1

I miss the old hymns that I remember from my childhood - there were no drums, no electric guitar and no mind numbing beat.  It was just voices and maybe a piano or an organ.  The choir led the congregation in singing - and the words of these hymns are poetic.  I realize that there is a need for the modern "seeker oriented" worship music - but it is also necessary to have deeper songs (no offense intended to anyone who prefers the newer church songs).

I decided to have an "Old Fashion Sunday Hymn Sing" once a month on this blog. 
 I personally do NOT have a great singing voice - I used to play the guitar & piano but my voice is NOT an instrument.  That's the great thing about this digital hymn sing you can warble along without being embarrassed or without offending anyone else.

The hymns that we will be studying are taken from an old hymnal from a Baptist church that is no longer in existence - "The North American Hymnal" published in 1956 by "THE ROGER WILLIAMS PRESS"

I will also try to find a version of the featured hymn on "YouTube" to share with you each month.



Today's feature song is "In the Garden" by C. Austin Miles.  The words in this hymn are simply beautiful and so comforting:  "the dew on the roses", "God's voice is so sweet that the birds hush their singing" and the chorus - Oh the soothing chorus! - God is with us every step of the way.
 
To my fellow country men & women - I know that "Anne Murray" makes many Canadians groan with dread but please listen to the  "YouTube" video below - she (Anne Murray) performed this hymn beautifully.
 
Turn with me to number 488 in your hymnals and let's sing:
In the Garden by C. Austin Miles (1868 - 1946) 1.  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. CHORUS 2.  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. CHORUS 3.  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. CHORUS ChorusAnd 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.

 

Special thanks to "Deesrickchevrolet" for posting this video/song on "YouTube"