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 & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William M. Golden (1878–1934)


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.