A mother's love, a Mother's care,
A mother's sigh, a Mother's prayer
A Mother's work, and Mother's day,
Leaves little time for any play.
Precious promise God has given
That as my Shepherd, He
By waters still, the way will lead
and from want I shall be free.
God is not dead, but is enthroned
In Heaven high above.
And seated at His right hand,
Is His don of infinite love.
Dear Lord, as I look up to Thee,
The way of truth and Light I see
To guide me through each day and night
Lead me on, Oh God of might.