There's a family Bible on the table its pages worn and hard to read But the family Bible on the table will ever be my key to memory At the end of the 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 sittin' round the table as 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 troubles this old world would also better be If we have more Bibles on the tables and mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me I can see us sittin' round the table...