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After Good Night, Good Morning
Author: Maud Frazer Jackson Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: After the last good night I say Refrain First Line: After good night 'twill be morning for me Lyrics: 1 After the last good night I say,
After the earth lights fade away;
I shall awake in perfect day,
After good night, good morning.
Refrain:
After good night ‘twill be morning for me,
When I awake with my Saviour to be;
After good night ‘twill be morning for me,
After good night, good morning.
2 Jesus on whom I do believe,
Never His child alone will leave;
His arms of love will me receive,
After good night, good morning. [Refrain]
3 What a good morning, where no sin,
Sorrow nor pain can enter in;
Up where the sunlight ne’er grows dim,
After good night, good morning. [Refrain]
4 What a good morning, friends so dear,
Meeting beside life’s river clear;
No more good night to say or hear,
After good night, good morning. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [After the last good night I say]
After Good Night, Good Morning
Mother Knows
Author: Anon. Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: Nobody knows of the work it makes Lyrics: 1 Nobody knows of the work it makes
To keep the home together,
Nobody knows of the steps it takes,
Nobody knows but mother;
Nobody listens to the childish woes,
Which kisses only smother,
Nobody’s pain’d by the mighty blow,
Nobody,—only mother.
2 Nobody knows of the sleepless care
Bestowed on baby brother,
Nobody knows of the tender pray’r,
Nobody knows but mother;
Nobody knows of the lessons taught,
Of loving one another;
Nobody knows of the patience sought,
Nobody,—only mother.
3 Nobody knows of the anxious fears,
Lest darlings may not weather,
Storms of this life in the coming years,
Nobody knows but mother;
Nobody knows of the tears that start,
The grief she gladly smother,
Nobody knows of the breaking heart,
Nobody,—only mother.
4 Nobody clings to the wayward child,
Tho’ scorn’d by ev’ry other,
Leads it so gently from pathways wild,
Nobody can but mother;
Nobody knows of the hourly pray’r,
For him, our erring brother,
Pride of hear heart, once so pure and fair,
Nobody,—only mother. Used With Tune: [Nobody knows of the work it makes]
Mother Knows
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