LET HYMN BLESS YOU

IN THE GARDEN
THE OLD RUGGED CROSS

GOD’S GOOD NEWS GAZETTE STAFF

This issue we are celebrating two vitally important holidays: MOTHER’S DAY and FATHER’S DAY! In honor of his parents, the Editor has asked us to feature their favorite Hymns this month. Rather than doing a lot of background on either one, he further requested that we just do the lyrics so the words that were so dear to his parents will not in any way be diluted by the story behind them. So, in honor of Leona Allen Cory here is IN THE GARDEN (Written by C. Austin Miles, 1912):

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

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

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

And now, in honor of Floyd Allen, Sr., THE OLD RUGGED CROSS (Written by George Bennard, 1912):

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross (rugged cross)
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
It’s shame and reproach gladly bear
Then he’ll call me some day to my home far away
Where his glory forever I’ll share

And I’ll cherish the old rugged cross (rugged cross)
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown