Nickle, William S.; Hardin, F. A.; Shaw, John B. / Honey out of the rock
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No. 9. My Mother's Hands. Mrs. M. E7. W. Mrs. M. E.Waov slow and with great expressioi. 1 r of1W Ith P. P. us' I. Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands! Tho' they neith-er were white nor snall. 2. Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands! How they cared for my in - fant ia'ys! 3. Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands! As they pressed my ach - ing bow 1. Oh. those beautiful, beautiful hands! Thin and wrinkled with age they grew; 3. Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands! I stood by her coffin one day, . Oh, those beautilill, beautiLtl hands! I shall clasp them a-gain once inore, - a- AV ~ - _4-m-442- - Yet my mother's hands were the fair - est, And love - li - est hands of all. They guid-ed ny feet in - to pleasant paths,And smoothed all the rug-ged ways. They cooled the fev - er and eased the pain, Me-thinks I can feel theni now. But still they toiled on for the child so dear, And her love seemed more tender and ti ie. And I kissed those hands so cold and white. As qui - et and peacefil she lay. As my feet toutch the bank of the heav'nlIY land; We shall meet on that shin-ing shur. CHORzUS. My mnothiers dear hands, her beautiful hiandsWhic bgnided me safe o'er life' s and- _a -a- -a- K 7- -OgFT-?~ r I bless God's name for the mem - 'ry Of moth-er s own bean- ti - fitha ls. 1By permission.
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