On a cold winter eve as the snow flakes were falling
In a low humble cottage a poor mother lay
And although wrecked with pain as she lie there contented
With the Saviour, her friend, and peace with Him made
We will all meet again on that great Judgment Morning
The books will be opened, the roll will be called
Oh how sad it will be if forever we're parted
While some rise to glory and others stand to fall
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Oh that mother of yours has gone o'er the river
And you promised you'd meet her while knelt by her bed
As the death sweat rolled off and fell down on her pillow
Oh her memory still lives although she is dead
We will all meet again on that great Judgment Morning
The books will be opened, the roll will be called
Oh how sad it will be if forever we're parted
While some rise to glory and others stand to fall
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You remember the kiss and the last words she uttered
Oh the arms that embraced you are with you no more
As we stand by the grave, teardrops fall on her casket
And we vowed there to meet her on that happy shore
We will all meet again on that great Judgment Morning
The books will be opened, the roll will be called
Oh how sad it will be if forever we're parted
While some rise to glory and others stand to fall