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How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream |
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When memory recalls them now and then |
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And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear her tender voice as then |
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So happy I would be, would mean so much to me |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely |
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And always walk the shining gospel way |
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So trusting still His love, I'll seek that home above |
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Where I shall meet my mother some glad day |
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Within the old home place, her patience smilin' face |
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Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer |
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And when she used to sing to her eternal key |
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It was the song the angel love to hear |
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Her work on earth is done and her life crown has been won |
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And she will be at rest with Him above |
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And some glad mornin', she, I know will welcome me |
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To their eternal home of peace and love |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear her tender voice as then |
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So happy I would be, would mean so much to me |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear my mother pray again, pray again |
