

(mmmmm-hmmmmm) 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
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
Down the long line of Degler and Spitler soil
Great grandmother Bina worked through the toil
Then sweet grandmother Patsy
sang in the choir
Keeping the faith of our fathers' desire
When peace like a river
attendeth my way
When sorrows like
sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
Bina and Patsy, the blood runs so true
Through every garden
you ever walked through
(it is well, it is well) Your love is the anchor,
your song is my light
Guiding us onward
into the night
It is well
with my soul
With my
soul
(sweet Patsy,
sweet Bina)