My Mother's Song

Sing me the song my mother sang In accents sweet and low, That dear old song she sang to me In childhood long ago. Me thinks I hear her voice again, And see her smiling face, As when she sang that sweet refrain Of God's Amazing Grace.

O sing it as she sang that day, So tender and so sweet, When penitent I knelt to pray, Before the mercy-seat. It seemed a song from angel tongue, My broken heart to bless, When mother sang that dear old song Of God's Amazing Grace.

Sing me the dear old song again, It brings a sweet relief; 'T was mother's song in joy or pain, Her balm for ev'ry grief. In vale or on the mountain steep, She sang he song of praise,— The Lord my soul will safely keep, Thro' His Amazing Grace.

Sing as she sang, with faith so strong, When called by angel band, to join her song with seraph throng, In heav'n's sweet summer land. Still singing God's redeeming love, His glory on her face, She winged her way to realms above, Thro' God's Amazing Grace.