My Mother’s Old Bible Is True (Shanks)

My mother’s old Bi­ble

her trea­sure di­vine

So dear to her heart

and so pre­cious to mine

Each day grow­ing sweet­er

more fade­less and new

My mo­ther’s old Bi­ble

so pre­cious and true.

My mo­ther’s old Bi­ble is true (’tis true);

My mo­ther’s old Bi­ble is true (’tis true);

My guide to the shore where I’ll meet her once more

My mother’s old Bi­ble is true (’tis true).

My mo­ther’s old Bi­ble

God’s mes­sage of love

That guid­ed her safe­ly to Heav­en ab­ove

Is lead­ing me on­ward and up­ward to God

In paths that my Sav­ior be­fore me has trod.

It tells of a Sav­ior who suf­fered for me

Who for my trans­gress­ions was nailed to a tree;

It tells how He con­quered death

hell

and the grave

And now at God’s right hand has pow­er to save.

This pre­cious old Bi­ble

she told me one day

Is God’s ho­ly Word

and will not pass away;

’Twill com­fort

sus­tain you and shield from the blast

This pre­cious old Bi­ble will tri­umph at last.