Rock of ages
Rock of ages
Cleft for me
There's a family Bible on the table
Its pages torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memory
Cause at the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by one
I can see us sitting round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me
Now this old world of ours is full of trouble
But this old world would also better be
If it had more Bibles on the tables
And mothers singing "Rock of ages cleft for me"
Rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me