If I Could Hear My Mother Pray

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 only hear my mother pray again

If I could hear her tender voice again

How happy 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 walked the shining gospel way

So trusting in His love I seek that home above

Where I shall meet my mother some glad day

If I could only hear my mother pray again

If I could hear her tender voice again

How happy I would be, would mean so much to me

If I could hear my mother pray again