I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all their books and magazines not a Bible could I find
I asked them for a Bible, when they brought it what a shame
The dust was covered over it, not a fingerprint was plain

Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word
The words 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