Scripture Verse

I was…precious to my mother. Proverbs 4:3


Words: Will­iam M. Gol­den, in Glo­ri­ous Theme, ed­it­ed by Will­iam H. Rue­bush et al. (Day­ton, Vir­gin­ia: Rue­bush-Kief­fer, 1927), num­ber 30, alt.

Music: C. S. Mc­Kee (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Mc­Kee’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William M. Golden


In a graveyard lone, near the dear old home,
Lies a form I love so well;
And I’ll ne’er forget how she cared for me,
Ere she said, My boy, farewell.


From this earth dear mother’s gone,
But we’ll meet on Canaan’s shore;
There we’ll live while ages roll,
Where sad partings come no more.

O the dear old home where I used to play,
Is a place most dear to me;
But the one I loved I shall see no more,
Till I cross the jasper sea.


Near the dear old home, in the graveyard lone,
Mother’s form was laid to rest;
But we’ll meet again in the by and by,
And be numbered with the blest.