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1 Mother’s gone to yonder city,
Gone to be with angels fair,
And I hope some day to meet her,
With the other loved ones there.
Yes, we’ll meet our sainted mother,
In that home beyond the skies,
There to live with her forever
Where we’ll speak no sad goodbyes.
2 Thou art gone from us, dear mother,
Nevermore on earth to be;
Though we miss thy gentle presence,
Heaven’s love we wish for thee. [Refrain]
3 Little ones, be not discouraged,,
Follow Jesus all the way;
There’ll be gladness for the faithful
In that great and glorious day. [Refrain]
4 While on earth, she lived for Jesus,
Led her children in the right;
When our journey here is ended,
There with mother we’ll unite. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9373