You May Tell My Dear Old Parents

If you reach the gates be­fore me

To the land of end­less day

To that home that is for­ev­er bright and fair

When my fa­ther and my mo­ther

Ask you if I’m on the way

You may tell my dear old par­ents I’ll be there.

You may tell them I’ll be there

That the Lord has heard

And an­swered ev­ery pray­er;

Yes

be sure to give this mes­sage

When they meet you at the gate;

You may tell my dear old par­ents I’ll be there.

Thro’ my mind there steals a pic­ture

Of a fire­side warm and bright

I can see my mo­ther in her old arm­chair;

I can hear my fath­er pray­ing

That I might be led aright

And reach home at last in an­swer to his pray­er.

Then my home was al­most Heav­en

Tho’ but hum­ble at its best

But to me it was most beau­ti­ful and fair;

O what will it be in Heav­en

In those man­sions of the blest

When with fa­ther and with mo­ther I’ll be there.

Then no mat­ter what the jour­ney

Tho’ the way be dark or bright

I will push ahead with hope

and not des­pair;

For I soon will join my loved ones

In that land of love and light

Then be sure to tell my pa­rents I’ll be there.