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.

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’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.

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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.

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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.

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