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How sweet and happy seem, those days of which |
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I dreamWhen memory recalls them now and then |
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And with what repture sweet, my weary heart would beat |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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She used to pray that |
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I, on Jesus would rely |
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And always walked the shining gospel way |
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So trusting still |
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His love, |
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I seek that home above |
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Where I shall meet my mother some glad day |
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If I could only hear my mother pray again |
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If I could only hear her tender voice as then |
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How happy |
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I would be, t'would mean so much to me |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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Within the old home place, her patient smiling 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 king |
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It was the songs the angels loved to hear |
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Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won |
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And she will be at rest with |
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Him aboveAnd some glad morning she, |
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I know will welcome me |
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To that eternal home of peace and love |
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If I could only hear my mother pray again |
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If I could only hear her tender voice as then |
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How happy |
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I would be, t'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 |
