I am thinking of dear mother,
Of her love so warm and true;
Never falt'ring, never changing,
All life's weary journey through.
She was always bright and hopeful,
Bravely breasting every storm,
Keeping us within the shelter
Of her heart, so large and warm.
She has gone, and we are mourning
With a yearning, tender grief,
Sweetened with the fondest mem'ries,
And the Christian's firm belief.
I am thinking of the glory,
And the joy she has to-day;
All the working, all the sorrow,
All life's burdens passed away.
She is with her dear Redeemer,
He who led her safely through—
Safely through earth's countless dangers—
Blessed thought! He leads us, too!
In the happy, bright hereafter,
In the land where all is pure,
We shall meet and dwell forever;
Precious promise, sweet and sure.
She has gone, our dear, dear mother,
Gone from us to those in heaven—
Six have left our fond home circle,
Now on earth we count but seven.
She has found those long-lost loved ones,
And together now they wait—
Father, mother, sisters, brothers,
Grouping there so fast of late.
Yes, methinks they all are waiting
On the glorious shores of light!
