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] As she read the stories o'er Of those mighty men of old Of joseph and of daniel and their trails Of little david bold who became a king at last Of satan and his many wicked wiles (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) Then she read of Jesus love As he blesses the children dear How suffered, bled and died upon the tree Then she dried my flowing tears with Her kisses as she said it was for me (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) Well those days are past and gone Bur their memory 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 (Blessed book, precious book On thy dear old tear stained leaves i love to look Thu art sweeter day by day as i walk the narrow way That leads at last to that bright home above)