My Mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast –

And hushed me in her arms to rest,

And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed? – My mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,

Who was it sung sweet lullaby,

And rocked me that I should not cry? – My mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head,

When sleeping in my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed? – My mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye,

And wept for fear that I should die? – My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the part to make it well? – My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,

To love God’s holy word and day,

And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? – My mother.

And can I ever cease to be,

Affectionate and kind to thee,

Who wast so very kind to me – My mother.

Oh, no, the thought I cannot bear;

And if God please my life to spare,

I hope I shall reward thy care – My mother.

When thou art feeble, old, and gray;

My healthy arm shall be thy stay;

And I will soothe thy pains away – My mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,

‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed – My mother.


“But we were gentle among you, like a mother caring for her little children.”1 Thes 2:7

“Her children arise and call her blessed.”Prov 31:28


Editor’s note - When the Lord presented unto Israel the ten commandments, in the middle of them was the command to “honor your father and mother” (Exo 20:12).  Paul repeated this command for us, describing it as “the first commandment with promise” (Eph 6:2).  Yes, our mothers are to be honored, and today is a special day set aside in our country for this purpose.  As we reflect upon our mothers today, may we never forget all they have done for us.