If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dreamMemory I recall now and thenAnd with what repture sweet, my weary heart will beatIf I could hear my mother pray againIf I could only hear my mother pray againIf I could hear her sweet, tender voice as thenHow happy I would be, it would mean so much to meIf I could hear my mother pray againAround the old home place, her patient smiling faceWas always bringing comfort, hope and cheerAnd when she used to sing to her eternal kingIt was the sound I loved to hearIf I could only hear my mother pray againIf I could hear her sweet, tender voice as thenHow happy I would be, it would mean so much to meIf I could hear my mother pray againShe used to pray that I, on Jesus would relyAnd always walked the shining gospel wayHer work on earth is done, the life crown has been wonAnd now she’s at rest with Him aboveIf I could only hear my mother pray againIf I could hear her tender voice as thenHow happy I would be, it would mean so much to meIf I could hear my mother pray againIf I could only hear my mother pray again