Songs

There’s a dear and precious Book

		
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				7.7.11.7.7.11.Ref.

1	There’s a dear and precious Book,
	Though it’s worn and faded now,
	Which recalls those happy days of long ago,
	When I stood at mother’s knee,
	With her hand upon my brow,
	And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.

		Blessed Book,… precious Book,…
		On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;…
		Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
		That leads at last to that bright home above.

2	There she read of Jesus’ love,
	As He blessed the children dear,
	How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
	Of His heavy load of care,
	Then she dried my flowing tears
	With her kisses as she said it was for me.

3	Well, those days are past and gone,
	But their mem’ry lingers still,
	And the dear old Book each day has been my guide;
	And I seek to do His will,
	As my mother taught me then,
	And ever in my heart His Words abide.

					M.B. Williams