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 sittin' 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 full of trouble this old world
would 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 sittin' round the table...

Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me