Scripture Verse

Forsake not the law of thy mother. Proverbs 1:8


Words: Maud F. Jack­son, in Im­man­u­el’s Praise, ed­it­ed by Charles M. Al­ex­an­der et al.(New York: Flem­ing H. Re­vell, 1914), num­ber 90. This song is a good il­lus­tra­tion of the pow­er of a par­ent’s role mo­del.

Music: Sinop Gor­don H. John­son, 1914 (🔊 pdf nwc). The ar­range­ment is for a du­et and chor­us.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Jack­son or John­son (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


I hear them still in memory,
No matter where I go,
The hymns my mother sang to me
With tender voice and low.


She sang of Jesus and His love,
She sang Sweet hour of prayer,
She sang A land of pure delight,
Praise God I’ll meet her there!

The paths of sin I long had trod,
But heard her voice again
Sing sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stain.


Oft times when sad, I hear her voice,
Sing of a sure retreat,
From every stormy wind that blows,
Beneath the mercy seat.


I, saved by Jesus’ grace can sing—
’Tis well now with my soul,
I’ll meet her on the crowning day,
Where surges cease to roll.