Ou Prim

When I was but a little child, how well I recollect,
How I would grieve my mother with my folly and neglect;
and now that she has gone to heaven, I miss her tender care;
O angels, tell my mother I'll be there.

Though I was often wayward, she was always kind and good;
So patient, gentle, loving, when I acted rough and rude;
May childhood's grief and trials she would gladly with me share;
O angels, tell my mother I'll be there.

When I became a prodigal and left the old rooftree,
She almost broke her loving heart in mourning after me,
And day and night she prayed to God to keep me in His care;
O angels, tell my mother I'll be there.

One day a message came to me; it bade me quickly come,
If I would see my mother ere the Savior took her home;
I promised her before she died for heaven to prepare;
O angels, tell my mother I'll be there.

Tell mother I'll be there, in answer to her prayer;
This message, guardian angels, to her bear;
Tell mother I'll be there, heaven's joys with her to share;
Yes, tell my darling mother I'll be there.





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