Hymn/Song Information

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.

Blessèd 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 trials,
Of little David bold,
Who became a king at last,
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.

Blessèd 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 blessed the children dear,
How He suffered,
bled and died upon the tree;
Of His heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tears
With her kisses as she said
it was for me.

Blessèd 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,
But 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

Blessèd 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.