There's a family Bible on the table
Its pages are 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
At the end of day when work was over
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening chores were finally done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by one
And we'd count our many blessings one by one
Sitting round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
And I can hear my mother's soft lip singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Cleft for me
This old world of ours
Is full of trouble
This old world would oh so better be
If we had more Bibles on the table
And mothers singing Rock of Ages
Cleft for me
I can see us sitting round the table
I can see us sitting round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother's soft lip singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Cleft for me
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Cleft for me