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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>MY MOTHER’S BIBLE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away.” Matthew 24:35</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_t_i_tillman_cd.jpg" alt="Charles Davis Tillman (1861-1943)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> M. B. Williams, 1893.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_i_tillman_cd.html" target="_blank">Charles Davis Tillman</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mymother.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>There’s a dear and precious Book,<br>
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Though it’s worn and faded now,<br>
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Which recalls those happy days of long ago,<br>
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When I stood at mother’s knee,<br>
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With her hand upon my brow,<br>
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And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Blessèd Book, precious Book,<br>
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On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;<br>
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Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way<br>
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That leads at last to that bright home above.</p>
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<p>As she read the stories o’er<br>
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Of those mighty men of old,<br>
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Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials,<br>
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Of little David bold,<br>
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Who became a king at last,<br>
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Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Then she read of Jesus’ love,<br>
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As He blessed the children dear,<br>
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How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;<br>
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Of His heavy load of care,<br>
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Then she dried my flowing tears<br>
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With her kisses as she said it was for me.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Well, those days are past and gone,<br>
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But their memory lingers still<br>
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And the dear old Book each day has been my guide;<br>
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And I seek to do His will,<br>
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As my mother taught me then,<br>
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And ever in my heart His Words abide.</p>
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