HYMN - IN THE GARDEN

MAY 15TH

TEXT: MATTHEW 20:28; MATTHEW 28:5-9; JOHN 20; ROMANS 5:6,10,11

Memory Verse: Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news; “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he said these things to her. (John 20:18)

It was in 1912 that music publisher Dr. Adam Geibel asked author and composer C. Austin Miles to write a hymn text that would be “sympathetic in tone, breathing tenderness in every line; one that would bring hope to the hopeless, rest for the weary, and downy pillows to dying beds.” Mr. Miles has left the following account of the writing of this hymn:

One day in April 1912, I was seated in the dark room, where I kept my photographic equipment and organ. I drew my Bible towards m; it opened at my favourite chapter, John 20- whether by chance or inspiration let each reader decide. That meeting of Jesus and Mary had lost none of its power and charm.

As I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene, I became a silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary’s life, when she knelt before her Lord, and cried, “Rabboni”.

My hands were resting on the Bible while I stared at the light blue wall. As the light faded, I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a garden, looking down a gently winding path, shaded by olive branches. A woman in white, with head bowed, hand clasping her throat, as if to choke back her sobs, walked slowly into the shadows. It was Mary. As she came to the tomb, upon which she placed her hand, she bent over to look in, and hurriedly away.

John, in flowing robe, appeared, looking at the tomb; then came peter, who entered the tomb, followed slowly by John.

As they departed, Mary reappeared; leaning her head upon her arm at the tomb, she wept. Turning herself, she saw Jesus standing, so did i. I knew it was He. She knelt before him, with arms outstretched and looking into his face cried, “Rabboni!” I awakened in sun light, gripping the Bible, with muscles tense and nerves vibrating. Under the inspiration of this vision, I wrote as quickly as the words could form the poem exactly as it has since appeared. That same evening I wrote the music.

                I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses; and the voices I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses.

                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 ringing.

                I’d stay in the garden with Hum tho the night around me be falling, but he bids me go-thru the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.

                Refrain: 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.

ACTION POINT: Let your mind join Mary and the disciples in the garden when Christ first appeared to them following His resurrection. Respond as did Mary-“Rabboni” (my Master). Carry this musical truth throughout the day.

TAKEN FROM “AMAZING GRACE; 366 INSPIRING HYMN STORIES FOR DAILY DEVOTION”