Every Sunday Morning

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.


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