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