
My hands were resting in the Bible while I stared at the light blue wall. I became a silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary’s life, when she knelt before her Lord, and cried, “Rabboni!”. That meeting of Jesus and Mary Magdalene had lost none of its power to charm.Īs I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene. I drew my Bible toward me it opened at my favorite chapter, John 20. Let us begin with the poet’s own account of the hymn’s composition, as he describes “the greatest morn in history”:

Young noted, “This was one of the most requested of hymns to be included in hymnal, and it is also one of the least liked, often denounced as erotic and egocentric” (Young, 432).

Looking ahead to the next official hymnal, Carlton R. Such is the case with “In the Garden.” The hymn had not appeared in The Methodist Hymnal (1966). Some hymns have the distinction of being adored by many and, simultaneously, scorned by an equal and opposing group.

“I Come to the Garden Alone” (“In the Garden”)Īnd he walks with me, and he talks with me,
