How sweet and hap­py seem
Those days of which I dream,
When me­mo­ry re­calls them now and then!
And with what rap­ture sweet
My wea­ry heart would beat,
If I could hear my mo­ther pray again.

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If I could hear my mo­ther pray again,
If I could hear her ten­der voice as then!
So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mo­ther pray again.

She used to pray that I
On Je­sus would re­ly,
And al­ways walk the shin­ing Gos­pel way;
So trust­ing still His love,
I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mo­ther some glad day.

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Within the old home place,
Her pa­tient, smil­ing face
Was al­ways spread­ing com­fort, hope and cheer;
And when she used to sing
To her eter­nal king,
It was the songs the an­gels loved to hear.

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Her work on earth is done,
The life crown has been won,
And she will be at rest with Him above;
And some glad morn­ing, she
I know will wel­come me
To that eter­nal home of peace and love.

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