| There’s a family Bible on the table
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| Each page is torn and hard to read
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| But the family Bible on the table
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| Will ever be my key to memories
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| At the end of day when work was over
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| And when the evening meal was done
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| Dad would read to us from the family Bible
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| And we’d count our many blessings one by one
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| I can see us sittin' round the table
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| When from the family Bible dad would read
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| 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
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| This old world would also better be If we’d find more Bibles on the tables
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| And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me I can see us sittin' round the table
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| When from the family Bible dad would read
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| I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages
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| Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me |