Little Log Cabin By the Sea

There is a precious volume all fingerworn and old
In that little log cabin by the sea
It is the old, old Bible, more precious now than gold
It’s the Bible that my mother gave to me
It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
It’s that precious, precious Bible
That blessed, blessed Bible
The Bible that my mother gave to me
How often I have listened to the tempest howl and rage
'Round that little log cabin by the sea
My mother read of Jesus, who walked upon the waves
How Jesus calmed the stormy Galilee
It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
It’s that precious, precious Bible
That blessed, blessed Bible
The Bible that my mother gave to me
How often, oh, how often she read that glowing word
With the 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 trod
It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
It’s that precious, precious Bible
That blessed, blessed Bible
The Bible that my mother gave to me
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 book
And that I’ll meet the loved ones bye and bye
It’s the old precious Bible, blessed Bible
That she read in the cabin by the sea (by the sea)
It’s that precious, precious Bible
That blessed, blessed Bible
The Bible that my mother gave to me