There's a family Bible on the table
Its pages torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memory

At the close 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 sitting 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

This old world of ours is full of trouble
But this 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 sitting round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
And I can hear my momma softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages
Cleft for me