*** This is how it was written in an old song book I have. If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again. How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream. Memory recalls them now and then. And with what rapture sweet my weary heart will beat. If I could hear my mother pray again. chorus. If I could only hear my mother pray again. If I could hear her tender voice as then. How glad I would be æ†ˆwould mean so much to me. If I could hear my mother pray again. Within the old home place her patient smiling face. Was always spreading comfort hope and cheer. And when she used to sing to her eternal king. It was the angels loved to hear. She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely. And always walked the shining gospel way. So trusting still His love I seek that home above.. Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.. Her work on earth is done the life crown has been won. And she will be at rest with Him above.. And some glad morning she I know will welcome me.. To that eternal home of peace and love..