The ways of the world may tempt you
With their glitter and glint of gold,
And its promises may allure you
As you watch its mirage unfold;
False prophets, the thieves of Satan,
Like vampires entice their prey;
But stick to your mother’s God:
Her way is the safest way.

The palace of sin and pleasure
May appeal to your heart’s desire,
For its music is strangely thrilling,
Like the strains of a golden lyre.
But, stop! Ere you cross its threshold,
Look back to your childhood’s day.
And stick to your mother’s God:
Her way is the safest way.

Her breast was your first warm pillow,
When she taught you to lisp His name;
Don’t dishonor that blessèd memory
With the teaching of modern shame.
Keep on in the dear old pathway!
Let others do as they may,
But stick to your mother’s God:
Her way is the safest way.