'Oh boy! is right! That's chronic! I could only stand a little bit of it so in an effort to extend a smidgeon of Christian kindness and protect other ears from that travesty, here, for anyone interested, are the lyrics.
There’s A Family Bible On The Table,
It’s Pages Torn And Hard To Read.
But The Family Bible On The Table,
Will Always Be My Key To Memory.
I Can See Us Sitting Round The Table
When From The Family Bible Dad Would Read.
And I Can Hear My Mother Softly Singing,
Rock Of Ages, Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me.
At The End Of Day When Work Was Over,
And The Evening Meal Was Done.
Dad Would Read To Us From The Family Bible,
And We Would Count Our Many Blessings One By One.
This Old World Of Ours Is Full Of Trouble,
This Old World Would So Much Better Be.
If We Had More Bibles On The Table,
And Mothers Singing Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me.