Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest
And on my cheeks sweet kisses pressed ?
My mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye
Who was it sung sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry ?
My mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed ?
My mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that i should die ?
My mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some simple story tell
Or kiss the part to make me well ?
My mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
To love God’s holy word and day
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way ?
My mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who was so very kind to me ?
My mother.
Oh no! The thought I cannot bear
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care
My mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
My mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed
And tears of sweet affection shed
My mother.
Who was it sung sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry ?
My mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed ?
My mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that i should die ?
My mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some simple story tell
Or kiss the part to make me well ?
My mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
To love God’s holy word and day
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way ?
My mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who was so very kind to me ?
My mother.
Oh no! The thought I cannot bear
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care
My mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
My mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed
And tears of sweet affection shed
My mother.