Come Sunday

Lord, dear Lord of love

God almighty, God above

Please look down and see my people through

Lord, dear Lord of love

God almighty, God above

Please look down and see my people through

I believe the sun and moon

Which shine up in the sky

When the day is grey

I know it's clouds passing by

He'll give peace and comfort

To every troubled mind

Come Sunday, oh, come Sunday

That's the day

Oh, but we'll feel weary

But He knows our every care

Go to Him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Lilies of the valley

They neither toil nor spin

And Lord, will bloom and springtime

Birds will sing

Oh, but we'll feel weary

But He knows our every care

Go to Him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Up from dawn till sunset

Men work hard all day

Come Sunday, oh, come Sunday

That's the day