Scripture Verse

Forsake not the law of thy mother. Proverbs 6:20


Words: Fred P. Mor­ris, 1910.

Music: Ro­bert Hark­ness (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mor­ris (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Robert Harkness (1880–1961)


My mo­ther’s hand is on my brow,
Her gen­tle voice is plead­ing now;
Across the years so marred by sin
What me­mo­ries of love steal in!


O mo­ther, when I think of thee,
’Tis but a step to Cal­va­ry;
Thy gen­tle hand up­on my brow
Is lead­ing me to Je­sus now.

Once more I see that look of pain,
The ang­uish in those eyes again;
My heart is sad, for well I know
My sin has caused this bit­ter woe.


While oth­ers scorned me in their pride
She gent­ly drew me to her side;
When all the world has turned away,
My mother stood by me that day.


The me­mo­ries of by­gone years,
My mo­ther’s love, my mo­ther’s tears,
The tho’t of all her con­stant care
Doth bring the an­swer to her pray­er.


I’m com­ing home, by sin beset,
For Je­sus loves me ev­en yet;
My mo­ther’s love brings home to me
The great­er love of Cal­va­ry.