There's a family Bible on the table

Its pages worn 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

And 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 also better be

If we'd found more Bibles on the tables

And mothers singing, rock of ages cleft for me 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

Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me