Every Sunday morning,
When off to Church I’m going,
I know it’s the right thing am doing.
It’s the Lord’s own day
To Him His due I’ll pay,
Matching acts to what I say.
When the Church bells toll,
And the sound on my ears do fall,
And I hear the Lord’s strong call,
I know It’s time I must be out,
So with others to shout
And make my voice both clear and loud,
In praise of God, my Lord,
Whose power is more than sword,
As I cannot say with word.