Gabriel [Out of Print]

Sometimes the watches of the night so slowly seem to run. Sometimes it seems that we must gain small vict’ries, one by one. Then morning bright, lest we despair, the blessing from above. The holy benediction falls, the voice of heav’nly Love. That knows no struggling child of earth, but only man divine. Son, thou art ever with me, and all I have is thine. Son, thou art ever with me, and all, all I have is thine. Sometimes our triumphs seem so swift, sometimes our path so fair; Sometimes we only speak the word and all we ask is there. Then comes to guard from selfish pride in selfless vict’ries won. A vision of the perfect self. The Father’s well lov’d son. Who needeth not to strive, but doth in matchless glory shine. Son thou art ever with me, and all I have is thine. Son thou art ever with me, and all, all I have is thine. With God there are no wars to fight for triumph or despair. But grateful joy, that passeth thought, and ever answer’d prayer; With Him is light that fadeth not and friends who part no more. With Him is wealth that wasteth not, from Love’s eternal store; and every sweetly sound the words of fatherhood divine. Son, thou art ever with me, and all I have is thine. Son thou art ever with me, and all, all I have is thine.