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. Come home, come home; Ye who are weary come home; Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling for you and for me; See, at the portals he's waiting and watching, Watching for you and for me. 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. 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. Come home, come home; Ye who are weary come home; Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling, O sinner, come home!