Meet Mother in the Skies

In a lonely church­yard

ma­ny miles away

Lies your dear old mo­ther

’neath the cold

cold clay;

Mem’ries oft re­turn­ing of her tears and sighs

If you love your mo­ther

meet her in the skies.

Listen to her plead­ing

Wan­d’ring boy

come home

Lovingly

en­treat­ing

do not long­er roam;

Let your man­hood wak­en

heav’n­ward lift your eyes;

If you love your mo­ther

meet her in the skies.

Now the old home

va­cant

has no charms for you;

One dear form is ab­sent

mo­ther

kind and true;

Evermore she dwells where plea­sure nev­er dies

If you love your mo­ther

meet her in the skies.

Now in true re­pent­ance to the Sav­ior flee

He who par­doned mo­ther

mer­cy has for thee;

Now He waits to com­fort

He will not des­pise

If you love your mo­ther

meet her in the skies.