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Ida Chamness writings on travel and religion, 1927-1938
1927-09-26 Page 79
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-79- To Mother. Thou Mother, dear mother mine, Oft in my childhood have I seen Thy frail body pine Down near to death's door, And when I thot I might soon Never, never see thee more, Oh, then how did the sorrow, Deep sorrow swell up in my heart; For the thot with thee to part, Was most more than I could bear: Then did the tears up in my eyes swell, And ran as if their source had been a deep well. But graciously to us thou hast been spared And for our various needs has been prepared Oft yea oft have we heard thy prayer And from us the gospel thou didst not spare Oh, who can know what a mother feels Only she who is a mother and makes a mother's appeals Up to the throne of Grace they go They all God alone does know Sickness and pain hast thou known But now that thou older has grown These have lightened and other sorrows By evil workers have been sown
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-79- To Mother. Thou Mother, dear mother mine, Oft in my childhood have I seen Thy frail body pine Down near to death's door, And when I thot I might soon Never, never see thee more, Oh, then how did the sorrow, Deep sorrow swell up in my heart; For the thot with thee to part, Was most more than I could bear: Then did the tears up in my eyes swell, And ran as if their source had been a deep well. But graciously to us thou hast been spared And for our various needs has been prepared Oft yea oft have we heard thy prayer And from us the gospel thou didst not spare Oh, who can know what a mother feels Only she who is a mother and makes a mother's appeals Up to the throne of Grace they go They all God alone does know Sickness and pain hast thou known But now that thou older has grown These have lightened and other sorrows By evil workers have been sown
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