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There is a precious volume of pages worn and old,
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in that little log cabin by the sea.
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It is the old, old Bible, more precious now than gold,
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it's the Bible that my mother gave to me.
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’Tis the old precious Bible, blessed Bible,
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that she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea).
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The precious, precious Bible the blessed, blessed Bible,
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the Bible that my mother gave to me.
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How often I have listened to the countless sounds and raves
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round that little log cabin by the sea,
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while mother read of Jesus, who walked upon the waves,
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how Jesus calmed the stormy Gallilee.
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’Tis the old precious Bible, blessed Bible,
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that she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea).
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The precious, precious Bible the blessed, blessed Bible,
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the Bible that my mother gave to me.
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How often, oh how often she read of glowing mirth,
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with a message from the precious word above.
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It told of faithful Daniel who trusted in the Lord,
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while she led me in the pathway that she brought.
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’Tis the old precious Bible, blessed Bible,
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that she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea).
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The precious, precious Bible the blessed, blessed Bible,
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the Bible that my mother gave to me.
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There is no other volume so precious as this book,
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it tells me how to live and how to die,
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it tells me of that city, oh wondrous, wondrous look,
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and that I'll meet my loved ones by and by.
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’Tis the old precious Bible, blessed Bible,
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that she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea).
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The precious, precious Bible the blessed, blessed Bible,
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the Bible that my mother gave to me.
Written by A.P. Carter