1 In a lonely graveyard, many miles away,
Lies your dear old mother ’neath the cold, cold clay;
Mem’ries oft returning of her tears and sighs,—
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.
Refrain:
Listen to her pleading, “Wand’ring boy, come home,”
Lovingly, entreating, do not longer roam;
Let your manhood waken, heav’nward lift your eyes;
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.
2 Now the old home, vacant, has no charms for you;
One dear form is absent—mother, kind and true;
Evermore she dwells where pleasure never dies,—
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies. [Refrain]
3 Now in true repentance to the Saviour flee,
He Who pardoned mother, mercy has for thee;
Now He waits to comfort, He will not despise,—
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies. [Refrain]
Source: Glad Tidings in Song #166
First Line: | In a lonely churchyard [graveyard], many miles away |
Title: | Meet Mother in the Skies |
Author: | Jerome McCauley |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | Listen to her pleading, "Wandering boy, come home" |
Copyright: | Public Domain |