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 chorus if i could only hear my mother pray again if i could hear her tender voice as then how happy i would be would mean so much to me if i could hear my mother pray again 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 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 her work on earth is done the life crown has been won and she is now at rest with him above and some glad morning she i know will welcome me to that eternal home of peace and love