When memory recalls them now and then
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could only hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be, ’twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely,
And always walk the shining gospel way;
So trusting still His love, I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some sweet day.
If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could only hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be, ’twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
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