If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

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.

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.

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.

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.