The Bible in the Cabin by the Sea

There is a pre­cious vol­ume

All fin­ger-worn and old

In the lit­tle log ca­bin by the sea;

It is the old

old Bi­ble

More pre­cious now than gold

’Tis the Bi­ble that my mo­ther gave to me.

’Tis the old pre­cious Bi­ble

bless­èd Bi­ble

That she read in the ca­bin by the sea;

’Tis the old fa­shioned Bi­ble

The old pre­cious Bi­ble

’Tis the Bi­ble that my mo­ther gave to me.

How oft­en I have list­ened

At the tem­pest howl and rave

Round that lit­tle log ca­bin by the sea

While my mo­ther read of Je­sus

Who walked up­on the wave

How Je­sus calmed the stor­my Ga­li­lee.

How oft­en

O how oft­en

She read the glow­ing word

Read a mes­sage from the pre­cious word of God;

It told of faith­ful Da­ni­el

Who trust­ed in the Lord

While she led me in the path­way that he trod.

There is no other vol­ume

So pre­cious as this book;

It tells me how in liv­ing how to die;

It tells me of that ci­ty

O won­drous

won­drous book

And that I’ll meet the loved ones by and by.