There is a family Bible on the tabel
Each page is torn & hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my king to memory
At the end of day when work was over
& When the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
& we'd count our many blessings one by one
I can see us sitting around the table
When from the family Bible, dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me
This old world of ours is full of trouble
But this old world would also better be
If we found more Bibles on the table
& mothers singing Rock of ages cleft for me
I can see us sitting around the table
When from the family Bible, dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me

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