Come Sunday


By Duke Ellington

 


Lord, dear Lord above 
God Almighty, God of love 
Please look down and see my people through 


I believe that God put sun and moon up in the sky 
But when the day is grey 
I know they are clouds just passing by 


Lilly's of the valley 
They neither toil or spin 
Flowers bloom in springtime and little birds, they sing 


Often we'll feel weary but God knows our every care 
Just go to Him in secret 
And He will hear your every prayer 


He'll give you peace and comfort to every trouble mind 
Come Sunday, that's the day 
Please look down and see my people thru