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'Twas in the days of careless youth

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1 'Twas in the days of careless youth, when life was fair and bright,
And ne'er a tear, and scarce a fear o'ercast my day and night,
As in the quiet eventide, I pass'd her kneeling there,
That just one word, my name, I heard my name in mother's pray'r.

My name in mother's pray'r.
My name in mother's pray'r.
That just one word, my name I heard.
I heard my name in mother's pray'r.

2 I thought but little of it then, tho' rev'rence touch'd my heart,
To her whose love sought from above for me the better part;
But when life's sterner battles came with many a subtle snare,
Oft that one word, in thought I heard my name in mother's pray'r. [Chorus]

3 I wandered on, and heeded not God's oft repeated call
To turn from sin, to live for Him, and trust to Him my all;
But when at last, convinced of sin, I sank in deep despair,
My hope awoke, when mem'ry spoke my name in mother's pray'r. [Chorus]

4 That pleading heart, that soul so tried, has gone into her rest,
But still with me for aye shall be the mem'ry of her trust,
And when I cross the Jordan's tide, and meet her over there,
We'll praise the Lord, who bless'd that word, my name in mother's pray'r. [Chorus]

Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #36

Author: Peter P. Bilhorn

Pseudonyms: Irene Durfee; P. H. Rob­lin (a an­a­gram of his name). Bilhorn was born on Ju­ly 22, 1865 in Men­do­ta, Il­l­inois. His fam­i­ly name was orig­in­al­ly Pul­horn; it was changed by a judge in Ot­ta­wa, Il­linois, named Abra­ham Lin­coln. Peter and his bro­ther formed the Eu­re­ka Wa­gon and Carriage Works in Chi­ca­go, Il­linois. Lat­er, Pe­ter be­came in­volved in Gos­pel mu­sic and wrote some 2,000 Go­spel songs in his life­time. He al­so invent­ed a folding pump or­gan used at re­viv­als in the late 19th Cen­tu­ry, and found­ed the Bil­horn Fold­ing Or­gan Com­pa­ny in Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois. His evangelistic work took him into all the states of the Union, Great Britain, a… Go to person page >

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First Line: 'Twas in the days of careless youth
Author: Peter P. Bilhorn
Refrain First Line: My name in mother's prayer



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