If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

1

How sweet and happy seem

those days of which I dream,

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.

2

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 glad day.

3

Within the old home place

her patient smiling face

Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;

And when she used to sing

to her eternal King,

It was the songs the angels loved to hear.

4

Her work on earth is done,

the life crown has been won,

And she will be at rest with Him above;

And some glad morning she

I know will welcome me

To that eternal home of peace and love.

CHORUS

If I could only hear my mother pray again,

If I could hear her tender voice as then!

So happy I should be,

'twould mean so much to me,

If I could hear my mother pray again.

J. W. Vaughan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wc6NOScZLE

For God is my witness, whom I serve with my spirit in the gospel of his Son, that without ceasing I make mention of you always in my prayers. ~Romans 1:9