Do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
Proverbs 1:8
Words: S. Otis Roe, in The Ideal Song and Hymn Book, by Daniel B. Towner (New York: Fleming H. Revell, 1909), number 67.
Music: Owen F. Pugh (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Roe (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Tho’ far away you’ve wandered,
From home and mother’s God,
Tho’ golden hours you’ve squandered,
And paths of sin you’ve trod,
Your mother loves you still;
Your mother loves you still,
Tho’ other friends may prove untrue,
Your mother loves you still.
Whene’er your name is spoken,
Her eyes with tears are wet;
Her heart is almost broken,
But she can ne’er forget.
Your mother loves you still;
Your mother loves you still,
Tho’ other friends may prove untrue,
Your mother loves you still.
Your mother loves you dearly,
But Jesus loves you more;
His voice, now calling clearly,
Has called you oft before.
Your Savior loves you still,
Your Savior loves you still;
Tho’ all the world may prove untrue,
Your Savior loves you still.
While now your friends are praying,
He waits, your heart to fill;
He’ll keep your feet from straying,
Your Savior loves you still.
Your Savior loves you still,
Your Savior loves you still;
Tho’ all the world may prove untrue,
Your Savior loves you still.