MY MOTHER’S SPIRIT.
Reading edition
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BY KNYVETT THORNTON.
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In the deep and solemn midnight,
All the household lost in sleep,
Comes thy holy spirit to me,
And in accents soft and lowly,
Bide me not to weep!
Come, thou blessed spirit, nearer,
Feel the beating of my heart;
How it longs to burst its fetters—
How it eager pants for freedom—
Now ’tis ready for the start!
Oh, my mother! be thou with me;
Guide my wandering steps to thee;
Watch thy son in sleep or waking,
And when fainting in his spirit,
Guide—oh guide—his steps to thee!
For I feel, if thou art near me—
If thy spirit watcheth me,
With its soft and faith-full eyes
Looking downward from the skies,
From its home in Paradise,
It will ever, ever cheer me!