Once I was pure as dews that fall
From the morning clouds above.
Now I am held in the world’s dark thrall,
Away from the Father’s love.
Then pray for your boy tonight!
Tonight, oh, pray for me!
Pray God to give your boy the light,
To lead him to Heaven and thee.
Weary the world, and dark and wild,
And with many a fatal snare,
As onward sweeps the surging tide,
Away from God and prayer.
Mother, my heart is hard and cold,
And is blighted with grief and care;
Pray for your boy as oft of old,
When a child beside your chair.
Tho’ in the toils of sin your boy
Yet is wandering far from home,
Often he yearns for the olden joy,
Before he began to roam.