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How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream |
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Memory I recall now and then |
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And with what repture sweet, my weary heart will 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 sweet, tender voice as then |
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How happy I would be, it would mean so much to me |
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If I could hear my mother pray again |
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Around the old home place, her patient smiling face |
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Was always bringing comfort, hope and cheer |
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And when she used to sing to her eternal king |
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It was the sound I loved to hear |
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If I could only hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear her sweet, tender voice as then |
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How happy I would be, it 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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Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won |
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And now she's at rest with Him above |
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If I could only hear my mother pray again |
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If I could hear her tender voice as then |
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How happy I would be, it would mean so much to me |
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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 |
