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
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be, would 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'll seek that home above
For I shall meet my mother some glad day
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be, would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
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 hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be, would 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'll seek that home above
For I shall meet my mother some glad day
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be, would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
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