As the shadows of evening
Are closing me round
And I’m sitting so silently here
Sad and lone is my heart
For I’m thinking of home
And the cherished ones who linger there.
A voice I can hear
From the cottage ascend
To the Lord
with so tender a plea;
’Tis the voice of my mother
Its sweetness I know
Yes
my mother is praying for me.
My mother is praying for me
My mother is praying for me;
my mother is praying for me.
There was once a fond place
In that circle for me
How the thought brings a tear to my eye!
It was next to my mother
Who loved me so well
I was dearest
in those days gone by;
But I knew not the worth of
That kind mother’s love
Nor how strong such affection could be;
And alas! like a prodigal
Wandered away
While my mother was praying for me.
That dear mother is now
At the throne humbled low
And she weeps for her son far away;
And she’s pleading
as only
A fond mother can
For the prodigal now gone astray;
Her tears
as they fall
like
The drops of the rain
Rise to God in importunate plea
As she bends at the altar
Of mercy
where oft
We together had bended the knee.
O Thou Father of mercies
Dispenser of grace
Hear the prayer I am offering now
And forgive my heart-wandr’ings
And pardon my sin:
In contrition at Thy feet I bow.
No longer from love such
As Thine can I turn
No longer I’ll wander from Thee
Forgive me
and answer
In mercy the prayer
That my mother is praying for me.
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