PART TWO PART TWO
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 the 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 sitting ’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 oh so better be
If we found more Bibles on the table
And mothers singing Rock of Ages, cleft for me.
I can see us sitting ’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.
