The rose that bloomed
On veranda side,
Heard love’s sweet story
When first untied.
These hearts traveled
Through the distant years,
To join each other
In their sighs and tears.
MY DEAR BELOVED MOTHER
Beside me walks an unseen face
That guides me daily from place to place,
And has love for me, like that of no other,
This guide, tender guide, is my dear beloved mother.
She goes with me through rain or shine,
Like the fortunate leads the unfortunate blind,
And when I am lonely for a sister or brother,
There’s the cheering thoughts of my dear beloved mother.
Of course she’s in the spirit land,
But she walks with me daily hand in hand,
And when I’m asleep she’s o’er my bed,
That sin may go no farther.
Now this teaches us of that mighty love
We have in a dear beloved mother.
HIS LAST HOUR
Oh! mighty Savior,
Cometh my last day,
And the sound of the golden trumpet
My sins bloweth away.
Glory to thy name
As I breathe my last breath,
Repenteth all whom love him now,
Not at the door of death.
Each and every moment
His name to me is all
Those whom are standing by my dying bed,
Remember the trumpet’s last call.