There's a family Bible on the table

It's pages are torn and hard to read

But the family Bible on the table

Will ever be my key to memories

At the end of day when work was over

And when the evening chores was done

Dad would read to us from the family Bible

And we'd count our many blessing one by one

I can see us sitting 'round 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

Now this old world of ours is filled with trouble

This old world would oh so better be

If we had more Bibles on the table

And mother singing rock of ages cleft for me

I can us see 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

Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me