Daniel O'Donnell

How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream When memory recalls them now and then And with what repture sweet, my weary heart would beat If I could hear my mother pray again She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely And always walked the

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary When troubles come and my heart burdened be Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, to walk on stormy