I love the church that Jesus built,

And I know that it is right;

I go every Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I love to sing the songs of God,

Such worship must be right;

This I do on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

And may God bless our preacher, too;

And give him power and might;

But put a sinner in my place,

I won’t be there Sunday night.

I love the hear the Gospel too,

It gives me pure delight.

I hear it every Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I’d go thru rain and sleet and snow,

Do anything that’s right

To be in church on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I know I need more hope and strength

To keep me in the fight;

For help I come on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

Yes, we all must someday die;

I hope I’ll be doing right;

So I might die on Sunday morn,

And not on Sunday night.

-Written by Gus Nichols, preacher from Alabama-