But Not on Sunday Night

by Gus Nichols

 

I love the church that Jesus built,
And know that it is right.
I go there every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
 

I love to sing the songs of God;
Such worship must be right.
And this I do on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
 

I love to hear the Gospel too,
It gives me pure delight.
I hear it every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
 

And may God bless our preacher too,
And give him power and might,
And put a sinner in my place
At worship Sunday night.
 

It's true, the church can save the world,
If good light shines bright;
I help it every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
 

Yes, all of us must one day die,
I hope I'll be doing right;
So may I die on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night!

 

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