| How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream
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| When memory recalls them now and then
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| And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat
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| If I could hear my mother pray again
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| If I could only hear my mother pray again
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| If I could hear her tender voice again
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| How happy I would be, would mean so much to me
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| If I could hear my mother pray again
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| She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
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| And always walked the shining gospel way
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| So trusting in His love I seek that home above
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| Where I shall meet my mother some glad day
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| If I could only hear my mother pray again
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| If I could hear her tender voice again
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| How happy I would be, would mean so much to me
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| If I could hear my mother pray again |