Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: This book is all that's left me now
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: G Morris
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: DCM
Tune: Mother's Bible
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 134, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThis book is all that's left me now;
Tears will unbidden start;
With faltering lip and throbbing brow
I press it to my heart;
For many generations past,
Here is our fam'ly tree"
My mother's hands this Bible clasp'd;
She, dying, gave it me.
My father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters dear:
How calm was my poor mother's look,
Who lean'd God's word to hear!
He angel face- I see it yet:
What thronging mem'ries come!
Again that little group is met
Within the halls of home.
Thou truest friend man ever know,
Thy constancy I've tried;
When all were false, I found thee true,
My counselor and guide.
The mines of earth no treasure give
That could this volume buy;
In teaching me the way to live,
It taught me how to die.