Scripture Verse

There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9

Introduction

Words: Vir­gin­ia Con­way, 1918.

Music: Charles A. Brock (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

Lyrics

My mo­ther has gone on home,
And I am so lone­ly here;
There’s no­thing that seems the same,
Since she is no long­er near.

Refrain

Beautiful mo­ther, gone for­ev­er,
Waiting be­side life’s crys­tal ri­ver
For the glad com­ing home of friends
She cher­ished while here;
Beautiful mo­ther, free from sor­row,
Where I shall join her on the mor­row,
Never again the so­lemn hour
Of part­ing to fear!

How dark seem the days to me,
The sun now for­gets to shine
On me, as in days of yore,
For mo­ther in vain I pine!

Refrain

I miss her dear smil­ing face,
Wherever my foot­steps roam;
I’m long­ing for Heav’n above,
Since mo­ther has gone on home.

Refrain