If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again James Rowe, pub.1922 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Prayer, Anticipation, Hope Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:5; James 5:16 If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again [.xml] John W. Vaughan copyright status is Public Domain Key: B♭ Meter: 12.10.12.10 R Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid]	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.

If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

James Rowe, pub.1922

If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again [.xml]

Key: B♭

Meter: 12.10.12.10 R

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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.