Who fed me from her gentle breast

1 Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My mother.

2 Who sat and watch'd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My mother.

3 Who taught my infant heart to pray,
To look to God, both night and day,
And strive to walk in wisdom's way?
My mother.

4 And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
My mother.

5 Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My mother.

6 And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affections shed,
My mother.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #95a