There's a family Bible on the table

Each page is 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 meal was done

Dad would read to us from the family Bible

And we'd count our many blessings one by one

I can see us sitting round the table

As from the family Bible dad would read

And 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 world could also better be

If we'd find more Bibles on the tables

And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me

I can see us sitting round the table

As from the family Bible dad would read

And I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages

Rock of ages cleft for me