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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain