"Mother Dear"
Oswald J Smith Robert Whitmore

Verse 1
Come and whisper soft and low, Mother dear, Mother dear.
As you used to long ago, Mother dear, Mother dear.
It will sooth my troubled breast, lull my anxious heart to rest;
For of all I love you best, Mother, Mother dear.

Verse 2
Oh how long it seems tonight, Mother dear, Mother dear.
Since I saw your face so bright, however near, however near.
But I know I love you more, while the years are passing o'er,
than I ever did before, Mother, Mother dear.

Verse 3
How I fancy o'er and o'er, Mother dear, Mother dear.
all the happy days of yore, with you near, with you near.
How you murmured soft and low, as you kiss my cheeks a-glow,
"Precious child, I love you so!" Mother, Mother dear.

Verse 4
So my greatful heart shall beat, Mother dear, Mother dear,
with a love, though incomplete, ever here, ever here:
and though far away tonight, yet our spirits in their flight
still may mingle with delight, Mother dear, Mother dear.

copyright, 1943 by halder Lilenas. Internation copyright secured.
Solo for low voice.


"Shake Hands With Mother Again"
W.A.B. W.A. Berry

Verse 1
If I should be living when Jesus comes
and could know the day and the hour,
I'd like to be standing at mother's tomb
When Jesus comes in His Pow'r

Chorus:
'Twill be a wonderful happy day
up there on the golden strand:
When I can hear Jesus my Savior say,
"Shake hands with mother again.

Verse 2
I'd like to say "Mother, this is your boy
you left when you went away;
and now dear Mother it gives me great joy
to see you again today.

Verse 3
There's coming a time when I can go home
to meet my sweet loved-ones up there:
There I can see Jesus upon his Throne
in that bright city so fair.

Verse 4
There'll be no more sorrow or pain to bear
in that home beyond the sky;
O glorious tho't when we all get up there.
we never will say "good bye."


Mother Knows Anonymous Flora H. Cassel

Nobody knows of the work it makes to keep a home together
Nobody knows of the steps it takes, nobody knows but mother.
Nobody listens to childish woes, which kisses only smother,
Nobody's pained by the mighty blow, nobody only mother.

Nobody knows of the sleepless care bestowed on baby brother,
Nobody knows of the tender prayer, nobody knows but mother.
Nobody knows of the lessons taught, of loving one another;
Nobody knows of the patients sought, Nobody only mother.

Nobody knows of the anxious fears lest darlings may not weather
Storms of this life in the coming years, nobody knows but mother.
Nobody knows of the tears that start, the grief she gladly smothers,
Nobody knows of the breaking heart, nobody only mother.

Nobody clings to the wayward child, tho's scorned by every other,
Leads it so gently from pathways wild, nobody can but mother;
Nobody knows of the hourly prayer for him our erring brother,
Pride of her heart, once so pure and fair, nobody only mother

My Mother's Song
John R. Clements F. Degan
Mem'ry paints a picture very dear to me
In the twilight seated there at mother's knee.
Sweetly she is humming notes almost divine
"My Jesus I love Thee, I know Thou art mine."

Often o'er life's pathway hangs a cloud of night
But my Mother's Savior makes the darkness bright
As I hear my Mother singing joy in ev'ry line
"My Jesus I love Thee, I know Thou art mine."

Often tho I've wandered till sin held me bound
I in Mother's message sweet relief have found.
To my Mother's Savior I my all resign
"My Jesus I love Thee, I know Thou art mine."

Something in the message always finds my heart
Often as I hear it will the tear drops start.
Sweet its benediction low my head I bow
"If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now."
(copyright 1951)