My Name in Mother’s Prayer

’Twas in the days of care­less youth

When life was fair and bright

And ne’er a tear

and scarce a fear

O’ercast my day and night

As

in the qui­et ev­en­tide

I passed her kneel­ing there

That just one word

my name

I heard my name in mo­ther’s pray­er.

I thought but lit­tle of it then

Tho’ rev­er­ence touched my heart

To her whose love sought from ab­ove

For me the bet­ter part;

But when life’s stern­er bat­tles came

With many a sub­tle snare

Oft that one word

in thought I heard

My name in mo­ther’s pray­er.

I wan­dered on

and heed­ed not

God’s oft re­peat­ed call

To turn from sin

to live for Him

And trust to Him my all;

But when at last

con­vinced of sin

I sank in deep des­pair

My hope awoke

when me­mo­ry spoke

My name in mo­ther’s pray­er.

That plead­ing heart

that soul so tried

Has gone in­to her rest

But still with me for aye shall be

The me­mo­ry of her trust.

And when I cross the Jor­dan’s tide

And meet her ov­er there

We’ll praise the Lord

who blessed that word

My name in mo­ther’s pray­er.