Come Sunday

Oh, Lord above

God almighty, God of love

Please look down and see my people through

Oh, dear Lord above

God of beauty, God of love

Please look down and see my people through

Sometimes you feel weary

But He knows your every care

Go to Him in secret

And He'll hear your every prayer

Lilies of the valley

They neither toil nor spin

But sun will shine and springtime birds will sing

Up from dawn 'til sunset

Man works hard every day

But come Sunday, oh come Sunday, that's the day