| Song | As I Wandered Round |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Tullius Clinton |
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| Tags | As I Wandered Round |
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As I Wandered ‘Round The Homestead,
Many A Dear Familiar Spot
Brought Within My Recollection
Scenes I’d Seemingly Forgot;
There, The Orchard Meadow, Yonder
Here The Deep, Old Fashioned Well,
With Its Old Moss Covered Bucket,
Sent A Thrill No Tongue Can Tell.
Tho’ The House Was Held By Strangers
All Remained The Same Within;
Just As When A Child I Rambled
Up And Down, And Out And In;
To The Garret Dark Ascending
Once A Source Of Childish Dread
Peering Thro’ The Misty Cobwebs,
Lo! I Saw My Trundle Bed.
While I Listen To The Music
Stealing On In Gentle Strain,
I Am Carried Back To Childhood
I Am Now A Child Again;
‘Tis The Hour Of My Retiring,
At The Dusky Eventide;
Near My Trundle Bed I’m Kneeling,
As Of Yore, By Mother’s Side.
Hands Are On My Head So Loving,
As They Were In Childhood’s Days;
I, With Weary Tones, Am Trying
To Repeat The Words She Says;
‘Tis A Prayer In Language Simple
As A Mother’s Lips Can Frame:
“Father, Thou Who Art In Heaven,
Hallowed, Ever, Be Thy Name.”
Prayer Is Over: To My Pillow
With A “Good Night!” Kiss I Creep,
Scarcely Waking While I Whisper,
“Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep.”
Then My Mother, O’er Me Bending,
Prays In Earnest Words, But Mild:
“Hear My Prayer, O Heavenly Father,
Bless, Oh, Bless, My Precious Child!”
Yet I Am But Only Dreaming:
Ne’er I’ll Be A Child Again;
Many Years Has That Dear Mother
In The Quiet Churchyard Lain;
But The Memory Of Her Counsels
O’er My Path A Light Has Shed,
Daily Calling Me To Heaven,
Even From My Trundle Bed.
