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 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 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 flowers bloom And springtime birds sing Often we feel weary But He knows our every care Go to him in secret He will hear your every prayer Up from dawn till sunset Man work hard all day Come Sunday, oh, come Sunday That's the day