My Mother

To my me­mo­ry comes a vi­sion

That my heart can ne’er for­get

Of my mo­ther

with her ten­der care for me

For the face of years for­got­ten

Still re­mains

I see it yet

And her brow re­flects the light of Cal­va­ry.

And the tear­drops

how they glist­ened

When she told me of His love

How the ten­der Shep­herd came to seek the lost

O’er the mount­ain

thro’ the val­ley

Every foot­print stained with blood

Till He pur­chased my re­demp­tion on the cross.

’Twas the voice of my dear mo­ther

Full of love and sym­pa­thy

That so oft­en cheered my heart when sad and lone

For I felt the need of Je­sus

And her con­stant pray­er for me

Led my wan­der­ing foot­steps to my Fa­ther’s home.

Tho’ my mo­ther has de­part­ed

Still I feel her spir­it near

As she pleads be­fore the heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s throne

And her pray­ers my life shall an­swer

For I long to meet her there

And to see the Christ who bought me for His own.