1 God of our mother’s home of old,
Lord of her beauty, pow’r and grace,
We hail with joy the sacred fold,
And all her virtues gladly trace.
God of our mothers, guide our way,
In the paths of peace we pray.
2 Can we forget that sacred shrine,
Where mother knelt at evening hour,
Before the throne of grace divine,
And found the secret of her pow’r? [Refrain]
3 The altar fires of love we’ll burn,
In mem’ry of our mother’s home,
And never from her God to turn,
Or in the way of ins to roam. [Refrain]Source: The Excelsior Hymnal #266