precious memories

Precious memories, unseen angels, Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me, And the sacred past unfold.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they
linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother, Fly across the lonely years;
And old home
scenes of my childhood, In fond
memory appear.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
Old-time singing, gladness bringing, From that
lovely land somewhere.

As I travel on life’s pathway, Know not what the years may hold;
As I


ponder, hope grows fonder, Precious memories flood my soul.

Precious memories of the prophet, Flood my soul from day to day, I
remember scenes so precious That can
never pass away.

I’ve heard the Message and Its signal
That day’s end is near at hand, But I
remember that He promised He’d
return for those who’d stand.

Precious memories, glorious meetings
Across this land from sea to sea
Where I heard the prophet’s Message
That brought Life and hope to me.

Precious memories in this storehouse
Where the Food was laid away, We’ve returned to where he stored It,
Spiritual Food against this day.