1 Shall I meet my sainted mother,
In her home beyond the skies?
Will I see the love-light beaming,
From her tender loving eyes?
Will she know me when I meet her,
For I'm changed so sadly now?
Will she see her fair-haired darling
In this old and wrinkled brow?
2 When the bells of heaven ringing,
Wake the angel's song again,
For the wanderer returning
From the paths of sin and pain,
Will my mother there be waiting,
Waiting with her look so mild?
Will she press me to her bosom,
As she did when but a child?
3 All the years of sin and sorrow,
That I've suffer'd since she died,
Will be vanish'd on that morrow,
When I stand by mother's side,
Stand with her before the Savior,
There among the blood-wash'd throng,
Joining in the heav'nly rapture
Of the glad redemption song
Source: Crowning Glory No. 1: a choice collection of gospel hymns #65