Theres 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 memory 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 wed count our many blessings one by one I can see us sittin round the table When 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 filled with trouble But this old world would also better be If wed find more family Bibles on the tables And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me And I can see us sittin Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me
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