Memories of Mother

Verse 1

My mother’s hand is on my brow, Her gentle voice is pleading now; Across the years so marred by sin What memories of love steal in!

Chorus

O mother, when I think of thee, ’Tis but a step to Calvary; Thy gentle hand upon my brow Is leading me to Jesus now.

Verse 2

Once more I see that look of pain, The anguish in those eyes again; My heart is sad, for well I know My sin has caused this bitter woe.

Verse 3

While others scorned me in their pride She gently drew me to her side; When all the world has turned away, My mother stood by me that day.

Verse 4

The memories of bygone years, My mother’s love, my mother’s tears, The thought of all her constant care Doth bring the answer to her prayer.

Verse 5

I’m coming home, by sin beset, For Jesus loves me even yet; My mother’s love brings home to me The greater love of Calvary.