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 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 
I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages 
Rock of ages cleft for me 

Now this old world of ours is full of trouble 
This old world would also better be 
If we'd find 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 
I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages 
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me