God has taken from us,
A voice so soft and sweet;
And in our dear old home,
Remains a vacant seat.
Our home, sweet home now is broken,
Our mother has gone to rest;
With Jesus forever to remain,
Beyond, in the home of the blest.
No more we’ll hear her footsteps,
No more we’ll hear her voice;
For her soul has taken its final flight,
To a land where all rejoice.
Her body lies beneath the soil,
Her spirit is at rest;
With loved ones who have gone before,
In that beautiful home of the blest.
She was such a faithful mother,
She was kind in every way;
And never will I forget the night,
When she taught me how to pray.
[ETHIOPIA’S PRAYER]
O Lord they held us in bondage,
Until Thou set us free,
And tho’ they oppress and scorn us,
We’ll leave all vengeance with Thee.
Vengeance is Thine, O Father,
We believe that Thou wilt repay;
The race that oppresses another,
And a people who will not obey.
They deprive us, O Lord, of justice,
They burn us alive in the day;
The law of the land won’t protect us,
But we believe that Thou wilt repay.