My Mother's Bible

There's a dear and precious book
Though it's worn and faded now
Which recalls those happy days of long ago
When i stood at mother's knee
With her hand upon my brow
And i heard her voice in gentle tones and low
[Blessed book, precious book
On thy dear old tear-stained leaves i love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day
As i walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above]
As she read the stories o'er
Of those mighty men of old
Of joseph and of daniel and their trails
Of little david bold who became a king at last
Of satan and his many wicked wiles
(Blessed book, precious book
On thy dear old tear-stained leaves i love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day as i walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above)
Then she read of Jesus love
As he blesses the children dear
How suffered, bled and died upon the tree
Then she dried my flowing tears with
her kisses as she said it was for me
(Blessed book, precious book
On thy dear old tear-stained leaves i love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day as i walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above)
Well those days are past and gone
Bur their memory lingers still
And the dear old book each day has been my guide
And i seek to do his will
As my mother taught me then
And ever in my heart his words abide
(Blessed book, precious book
On thy dear old tear stained leaves i love to look
Thu art sweeter day by day as i walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above)