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 only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her, tender voice as then
How happy I would be, ?would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
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
She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
And always walked the shining gospel way
So trusting in His love I seek that home above.
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.
Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won
And she is now at rest with Him above
And some glad morning she I know will welcome me
To that eternal home of peace and love
