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
 [Blessed 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 trails
 Of little david bold who became a king at last
 Of satan and his many wicked wiles
 (Blessed 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 blesses the children dear
 How suffered, bled and died upon the tree
 Then she dried my flowing tears with
 her kisses as she said it was for me
 (Blessed 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
 Bur 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
 (Blessed book, precious book
 On thy dear old tear stained leaves i love to look
 Thu art sweeter day by day as i walk the narrow way
 That leads at last to that bright home above)