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
