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 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 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
This old world of ours is filled with trouble
But this old world would also better be
If we'd 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