The Bible in the Cabin By the Sea

1 There is a precious volume
All finger-worn and old,
In the little log cabin by the sea;
It is the old, old Bible,
More precious now than gold,
’Tis the Bible that my mother gave to me.

Refrain:
’Tis the old precious Bible, blessèd Bible,
That she read in the cabin by the sea;
’Tis the old fashioned Bible,
The old precious Bible,
’Tis the Bible that my mother gave to me.

2 How often I have listened
At the tempest howl and rave,
Round that little log cabin by the sea,
While my mother read of Jesus
Who walked upon the wave,
How Jesus calmed the stormy Galilee. [Refrain]

3 How often, O how often,
She read the glowing word,
Read a message from the precious word of God;
It told of faithful Daniel
Who trusted in the Lord,
While she led me in the pathway that he trod. [Refrain]

4 There is no other volume
So precious as this book;
It tells me how in living how to die;
It tells me of that city,
O wondrous, wondrous book,
And that I’ll meet the loved ones by and by. [Refrain]

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12338

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