Not on Sunday Night

 

I love the church that Jesus bought,

She is the dark world's light;

I always go on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

 

I love to sing the Gospel songs

And worship in daylight;

That's why I come on Sunday morn, .

But not on Sunday night.

 

I love to hear the Gospel borne,

It gives me such delight,

It thrills me every Sunday mom,

But not on Sunday night.

 

I hope the faithful few keep on

Engaging in the fight;

I'll do my part on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.

 

I know that Christ is coming soon,

And He will find me right,

If He appears on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

 

The Holy Spirit sent this poem,

It set my heart aright;

You'll see me there next Sunday morn,

And also Sunday night.

 

Author Unknown

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