Mother’s Gone (Matthews)

Mother’s gone far

far away

Gone to dwell with saints for aye;

Safe in Heav’n

a crown to wear

’Mid the scenes so bright and fair.

Yes

we’ll meet our saint­ed mo­ther

In the home so far away

When we cross death’s si­lent riv­er

Reach the land of end­less day.

When we placed her in the grave

Back to earth the dear form gave

Grief was ours no tongue can tell—

’Twas so sad

that last fare­well!

Will you meet her in that land

Clasp again her gen­tle hand?

There our Sav­ior reigns alone

Parting hours are nev­er known.