Chords for My Mother's Bible

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_ _ [Ab] _ _ There's a dear and precious book, though it's worn and faded now, which recalls those happy
[F] days of long [Eb] ago.
_ _ _ _ When [Ab] I stood at mother's knee, with her [Db] hand upon my brow, [Ab] and I heard her [Bbm] voice in [Eb] gentle
tones and _ _ [Ab] low,
_ Blessed [Eb] _ _ _ book, _ [Ab] precious _ _ _ book,
All my dear old taste [Bb] ain't these I love to [Eb] _
_ [Eb] love.
_ Now what's sweeter day [Ab] by day, as [Db] I walk the narrow way,
_ _ [Ab] That leads at [Bb] last to that [Eb] bright home above.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ As she read the stories of [Db] those mighty men of old,
_ [Ab] Of Joseph and [Bb] of Daniel and their [Eb] _
_ trials, _ _
[Ab] Of little David bold, who became a [Db] king at last,
Of [Ab] Satan [Bbm] and his [Eb] many [Ab] wicked _ _ ones.
_ Blessed [Eb] _ _ _ book, precious [Ab] _ _ _ book,
_ [Db] All my [Ab] dear old taste [Bb] ain't these I love [Eb] to love.
_ _ _ Now [Ab] what's sweeter day by day, as I [Db] walk the narrow way,
[Ab] That leads at last [Bb] to that [Eb] bright home _ above.
_ [Ab] _ _ Then she [Eb] read of [Ab] Jesus' love, as [Db] he blessed the children [Eb] dear,
_ How [Fm] he suffered, bled, and [D] died upon [Bbm] the _ tree.
[Bb] _ _ [Ab] Of his heavy load, _ then [Db] she dried my flowing [Ab]
tears,
With [Fm] her kisses [Bb] as she [Eb] said it was [Ab] for _ me.
_ _ Blessed _ [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] book, _ [Cm] precious _ [Ab] _ book,
_ All my dear old taste [Bb] ain't these I love to [Bbm] _
love.
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] Now what's sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way,
_ [Fm] That leads at last to that [Eb] bright home [Ab] _
above.
_ _ _ Well, those days are passed on, but [Db] the memory [Eb] lingers still,
And the [Ab] dear old book each day [Gm] has been my _ guide.
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] And I sing to do his will, as my mother taught me then,
_ [Fm] And ever in my heart [Eb] his words [Ab] _ _
_ [Eb] abound.
_ Blessed [Bbm] _ _ _ [Eb] book, _ [Ab] precious _ _ book,
_ All [Db] my dear old taste [Bb] ain't these I love to _ love.
[Eb] _ _ Now [Ab] what's sweeter day by day, as [Db] I walk the narrow [Ab]
way,
_ [Fm] That leads at last to that [Eb] bright [Ab] home above.
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