Memories of Mother

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.