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, clouds passing by.
He’ll give peace and comfort to every troubled mind. Come Sunday, O come Sunday, that’s the day.
Often we’ll 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 in springtime, birds sing.
Up from dawn till sunset, man work hard all day. Come Sunday, O come Sunday, that’s the day.
Performed by Mahalia Jackson and Duke Ellington and his orchestra (8 minutes)