When I was but a little child
How well I recollect
How I would grieve my mother
With my folly and neglect;
And now that she has gone to Heav’n
I miss her tender care:
O Savior
tell my mother
I’ll be there!
Tell mother I’ll be there
In answer to her prayer;
This message
blessèd Savior
To her bear!
Heav’n’s joys with her to share;
Yes
tell my darling mother I’ll be there.
Though I was often wayward
She was always kind and good;
So patient
gentle
loving
When I acted rough and rude;
My childhood griefs and trials
She would gladly with me share:
When I became a prodigal
And left the old rooftree
She almost broke her loving heart
In mourning after me;
And day and night she prayed to God
To keep me in His care:
One day a message came to me
It bade me quickly come
If I would see my mother
Ere the Savior took her home;
I promised her
before she died
For Heaven to prepare:
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