Mother
 

                                        My Mother is a friend to me
                                        In all my troubles here
                                        So true and kind a friend is she
                                        To her my love's sincere.

                                        She teaches me the way to live,
                                        That I kind friends may gain.
                                        The good advice she'll always give
                                         From wicked ones refrain.

                                        She cares for me through all the day.
                                        My comfort seeks by night.
                                        I'm sure that when she's called away
                                        She'll dwell in endless light.

                                        For Christ her soul has prized as worth,
                                        And guides her by His love.
                                        And though we part while here on earth,
                                        We'll meet in heaven above.