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). Al­so see The In­fi­del and His Daugh­ter.

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: 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.