Scripture Verse

She said, I desire one small petition of thee; I pray thee, say me not nay. And the king said unto her, Ask on, my mother: for I will not say thee nay. 1 Kings 2:20


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Band Mu­sic, new edi­tion (To­ro­nto, On­ta­rio, Ca­na­da: Will­iam Briggs, 1886).

Music: Mrs. Frio­lin Slues­sy, Jr., ar­ranged by Ro­bert E. Mc­Neill in Bi­ble Songs of Sal­va­tion and Vic­to­ry (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Mar­tin W. Knapp, 1902), num­ber 75 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Slues­sy (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Robert E. McNeill (1861–1937)


A prayer on the wings of an an­gel,
Is borne to the por­tals of light;
I feel in my heart the as­sur­ance
That mo­ther is pray­ing to­night.
My spir­it is wound­ed and brok­en,
My sins with con­tri­tion I see,
To Je­sus I’ll go and con­fess them,
While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.


My mo­ther is pray­ing for me,
My mo­ther is pray­ing for me,
To Je­sus I’ll go, who will par­don, I know,
While mother is pray­ing for me.

I know I am weak and un­wor­thy,
No mer­it of mine would I bring;
The cross of my Lord is be­fore me,
And there, tho’ I per­ish, I’ll cling.
Oh, yes I will go to my Sav­ior,
His child from this mo­ment I’ll be,
My faith shall look up and re­ceive Him,
While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.


For long I have wan­dered un­heed­ing,
The warn­ings so ten­der and true,
The tears she has wept o’er my child­hood,
That fell on my cheeks like the dew.
And now while she kneels in her clo­set,
When no one but Je­sus can see,
I’ll ask for His lov­ing for­give­ness,
While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.