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MY MOTHER'S PRAYER By J. W. Van DeVenter I never can forget the day I heard my mother kindly say; You're leaving now my tender care; Remember, child, your mother's prayer. Whene'er I think of her so dear, I feel her gentle spirit near; A voice comes floating on the air, Reminding me of mother's prayer. I never can forget the voice That always made my heart rejoice; Tho' I have wandered, God knows where, Still I remember Mother's prayer. Whene'er I think of her so dear, I feel her gentle spirit near; A voice comes floating on the air, Reminding me of mother's prayer. Tho' years have gone, I can't forget Those words of love--I hear them yet; I see her by the old arm-chair, My mother dear, in humble prayer. Whene'er I think of her so dear, I feel her gentle spirit near; A voice comes floating on the air, Reminding me of mother's prayer. I never can forget the hour I felt the Saviour's cleansing power; My sins and guilt He canceled there; 'Twas there He answered mother's prayer. Whene'er I think of her so dear, I feel her gentle spirit near; A voice comes floating on the air, Reminding me of mother's prayer. 
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