by: J. Bailes & W. Bailes

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1. I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all the books and magazines, not a Bible could I find.
I asked them for the Bible. When they brought it, what a shame!
For the dust was covered o'er it, not a fingerprint was plain.


Dust on the Bible, dust on the Holy Word.
The word of all the prophets, and the sayings of our Lord.
Of all the other books you'll find, there's none salvation holds
Get the dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul.

2. Oh, you can read your magazines of love and tragic things
And not one word of Bible verse, not a scripture do you know.
When it is the very truth, and it's contents good for you.
Dust on the Bible will doom your poor soul.


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