Pt. IV (Come Sunday) - Mahalia Jackson, Duke Ellington

Lord, dear Lord I’ve loved, God almighty

God of love, please look down and see my people through

Lord, dear Lord I’ve loved, God almighty

God of love, please look down and see my people through

I believe that sun and moon 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, oh come Sunday

That’s the day

Often we feel weary

But he knows our every care

Go to him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Lillies on the valley

They neither toll nor spin

And flowers bloom in spring time

Birds sing

Often we feel weary

But he knows our every care

Go to him in secret

He will hear your every prayer

Up from dawn till sunset

Man work hard all the day

Come Sunday, oh come Sunday

That’s the day