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.

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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.

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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.

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