[Intro] [8-bar instrumental: gentle piano, acoustic guitar, upright double bass] [Verse 1] [Intimate deep male baritone] There’s a path through the grass to a weathered old gate, Where I go at the first light of day. With the weight of the world and the words I can’t find, I bow down, and He hears as I pray. While the dew shines like pearls on the roses, And the sun warms the old garden wall, He reminds me the hands that hold heaven Have been holding me safe through it all. [Chorus] [Full four-part male quartet throughout] [Warm sustained harmony] Here in the garden, His mercy meets me, Here where the roses awaken to light. Jesus, my Savior, so faithful and tender, Carries the cares I held onto all night. Peace like a river runs deep through my sorrow, Grace gives me strength for whatever may be. Here in the hush of a new morning dawning, There is a place where His mercy meets me. [Instrumental Turnaround] [4 bars: piano, soft acoustic guitar, upright double bass] [Verse 2] [Intimate deep male baritone] There’s a bench by the fence where the paint’s wearing thin, And I’ve left more than tears on that wood. I have told Him the things I could tell no one else, And He’s loved me as only He could. He has heard every trembling confession, Every prayer that was barely a breath. And the scars in His hands tell the story Of a love that is stronger than death. [Chorus] [Full four-part male quartet throughout] [Rich warm harmony, gentle lift] Here in the garden, His mercy meets me, Here where the roses awaken to light. Jesus, my Savior, so faithful and tender, Carries the cares I held onto all night. Peace like a river runs deep through my sorrow, Grace gives me strength for whatever may be. Here in the hush of a new morning dawning, There is a place where His mercy meets me. [Instrumental Interlude] [8 bars: lyrical piano, gentle acoustic guitar, steady upright double bass] [Bridge] [Tender deep male baritone] When I rise from that bench and return to the road, There are trials still waiting for me. But the One who has met me among the red roses Goes wherever my footsteps may lead. [Soft male quartet harmony enters] Through the long, weary miles of the valley, Through the nights when the answers come slow, I will lean on the
