The Family Bible (Rowe)

There’s a pre­cious old book

Which I read ev­ery day

For it cheers me and helps me

Along life’s way

And it warns me when­ev­er

My spir­it would stray;

’Tis the dear old fa­mi­ly Bi­ble.

O the dear old fa­mi­ly Bi­ble!

My pre­cious fa­mi­ly Bi­ble!

How it com­forts my soul

When the sor­row-waves roll

This dear old fa­mi­ly Bi­ble!

There’s a won­der­ful store­house

By Christ­ians pos­sessed

Which sup­plies all my needs

When by foes op­pressed

Gives me com­fort and joy

Perfect rap­ture and rest;

’Tis the dear old fa­mi­ly Bi­ble.

There’s a pre­cious old book

Which I val­ue and love

For it tells of a beau­ti­ful

Home above

And of Je­sus who died

His great mer­cy to prove;

’Tis the dear old fa­mi­ly Bi­ble.