How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dreamWhen memory recalls them now and thenAnd with what rapture sweet, my weary heart would beatIf I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray againIf I could hear her tender voice as thenSo happy I would be, would mean so much to meIf I could hear my mother pray again
She used to pray that I on Jesus would relyAnd always walk the shining gospel waySo trusting still His love, I'll seek that home aboveWhere I shall meet my mother some glad day
Within the old home place, her patience smilin' faceWas always spreading comfort, hope and cheerAnd when she used to sing to her eternal keyIt was the song the angel love to hear
Her work on earth is done and her life crown has been wonAnd she will be at rest with Him aboveAnd some glad mornin', she, I know will welcome meTo their eternal home of peace and love
If I could hear my mother pray againIf I could hear her tender voice as thenSo happy I would be, would mean so much to meIf I could hear my mother pray againIf I could hear my mother pray again, pray again
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