How sweet and happy seem
Those days of which I dream,
When memory recalls them now and then!
And with what rapture sweet
My weary heart would beat,
If I could hear my mother pray again.

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If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could hear her tender voice as then!
So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.

She used to pray that I
On Je­sus would rely,
And always walk the shining Gos­pel way;
So trusting still His love,
I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.

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Within the old home place,
Her patient, smiling face
Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;
And when she used to sing
To her eter­nal king,
It was the songs the angels loved to hear.

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Her work on earth is done,
The life crown has been won,
And she will be at rest with Him above;
And some glad morning, she
I know will welcome me
To that eter­nal home of peace and love.

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