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

If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice again
How happy I would be, would 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 walked the shining gospel way
So trusting in His love I seek that home above
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day

If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice again
How happy I would be, would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again