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 & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.