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. Refrain: If I could hear my mother pray again, If I could hear her tender voice as then! So glad I???d 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 glad day. 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. 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.