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