My Mother's Bible

1 There's a dear and precious book,
Tho' it's worn and faded now,
Which recalls the 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.

Chorus:
Blessed book, precious book,
On thy dear old tear-stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweet day by day,
As I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.

2 There she read of Jesus' love,
As he blest the children dear,
How he suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
Of his heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tear
With her kisses as she said it was for me. [Chorus]

3 Well, those days are past and gone,
But their mem'ry 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. [Chorus]

Source: The Voice of Praise: a compilation of the very best sacred songs for use in Sunday Schools and praise services #117

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #4436
  
• Audio recording from Small Church Music #6219
• Audio recording from Small Church Music #6219