The Old Hymns (That Mother Used to Sing)

I love those dear old-fashioned hymns that mother used to sing

A tide of tender memories to which my heart doth cling

Sweeps o'er my soul in waves of love, whatever I sing or hear

Some sweet old-fashioned melody to mother's heart so dear

Oft time when sorrow bears me down beneath its heavy load

And rocks and thorns beset my way upon life's weary road

'Tis then I rise on wings of faith, to Jesus' hand I cling

And sing the Savior's dying love which mother used to sing

I know it's old and kind of out of date, but it's set to music new

Of course the message is the same and rings out just as true

But there's a chord within my heart that's throbbing all in vain

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains

I cannot stand where Moses stood and view the landscape o'er

But I expect to meet her there on Canaan's happy shore

And other dear ones with her too, I'll meet them by and by

When I can read my title clear to mansions in the sky

Sometimes I seem to hear her sing when sorrow comes to me

"Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free?"

And then it seems a gentle breeze, as from an angel's wing

Comes over me with dear old hymns that mother used to sing

I know it's old and out of date, but a charge to keep have I

A never-dying soul to save and fit it for the sky

Oft times the words I do not know, but in my heart they ring

Some dear old hymn of long ago that mother used to sing

Yes, I love those dear old hymns

Those old hymns that mother used to sing