Come Sunday

Lord, dear Lord of love

God almighty, God above

Please look down and see my people through

God, dear God of love

God almighty, God above

Please look down and see my people through

I believe the sun and moon

Will shine up in the sky

When the day is gray

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

Often we'll feel weary

But he knows our every care

Go to him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Lilies on the valley

They neither toil nor spin

And flowers bloom and springtime birds sing

Often we'll feel weary

But he knows our every care

Go to him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Up from dawn 'til sunset

Man work hard all day

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