There’s a Dear and Precious Book MY MOTHER’S BIBLE—Charles D. Tillman There’s a Dear and Precious Book 1 There’s a dear and precious book, Tho’ it’s worn and faded now, Which recalls the 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. Chorus Blessed book, precious book, On thy dear old tear-stain’d leaves I love to look; Thou art sweeter day by day, As I walk the narrow way That leads at last to the bright home