From birth I was cast on You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.@Psalm 22:10
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Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

Charles H. Gabriel, 1917 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ethan Allen’s daughter lay dying. Her mother, a beautiful Christian character, had passed on before her. The daughter, calling her father to her bedside, said: Father, I am dying. Mother taught me to love the Lord Jesus, but you say there is no God. I love you and my sainted mother; I cannot have the faith of both; now, which shall I choose? The noted infidel took his dying child in his arms and said: Stick to your mother’s God! Her way is the safest way.

Rodeheaver’s Sunday School Songs (Chicago, Illinois: The Rodeheaver Company, circa 1917), p. 228.

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.