| There is a precious volume all fingerworn and old
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| In that little log cabin by the sea
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| It is the old, old Bible, more precious now than gold
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| It’s the Bible that my mother gave to me
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| It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
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| That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
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| It’s that precious, precious Bible
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| That blessed, blessed Bible
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| The Bible that my mother gave to me
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| How often I have listened to the tempest howl and rage
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| 'Round that little log cabin by the sea
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| My mother read of Jesus, who walked upon the waves
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| How Jesus calmed the stormy Galilee
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| It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
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| That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
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| It’s that precious, precious Bible
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| That blessed, blessed Bible
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| The Bible that my mother gave to me
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| How often, oh, how often she read that glowing word
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| With the message from the precious word above
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| It told of faithful Daniel, who trusted in the Lord
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| While she led me in the pathway that she trod
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| It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
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| That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
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| It’s that precious, precious Bible
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| That blessed, blessed Bible
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| The Bible that my mother gave to me
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| There is no other volume so precious as this book
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| It tells me how to live and how to die
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| It tells me of that city, oh, wondrous, wondrous book
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| And that I’ll meet the loved ones bye and bye
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| It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
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| That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
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| It’s that precious, precious Bible
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| That blessed, blessed Bible
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| The Bible that my mother gave to me |