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Charles M. Fillmore

Charles M. Fillmore

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

When I was but a little child, how well I recollect
How I would grieve my mother with my folly and neglect,
And now that she has gone to heav'n, I miss her tender care,
Oh Saviour, tell my mother I'll be there.

Though I was often wayward, she was always kind and good,
So patient, gentle loving, when I acted rough and rude,
My childhood griefs and trials she would gladly with me share;
O Saviour, tell my mother I'll be there.

When I became a prodigal, and left the old roof tree,
She almost broke her loving heart in mourning after me,
And day and night she pray'd to God to keep me in his care;
O Saviour, tell my mother I'll be there.

One day a message came to me; it bade me quickly come
If I would see my mother, ere the Saviour took her home,
I promised her before she died, for heaven to prepare;
O Saviour, tell my mother I'll be there.

Chorus:
Tell mother I'll be there, in answer to her pray'r,
This message, blessed Saviour, to her bear!
Tell mother I'll be there, heav'n's joys with her to share;
Yes, tell my darling mother I'll be there.