I love the church that Jesus built, and I know that it is right,
I go there on Sunday morning, but not on Sunday night.

I love to sing the songs to God, such worship must be right,
This I do on Sunday morning, but not on Sunday night.

God bless our preacher, too, and give him power and might,
To put the sinner in his place: I won't be there on Sunday night.

I love to hear the gospel, it gives me pure delight,
I hear it on Sunday morning, but not on Sunday night.

I'd go through rain, sleet, and snow, to do anything that is right,
To be at church on Sunday morning, but not on Sunday night.

Yes, we all must die, and I hope to be doing right,
So may I die on Sunday morning, and not on Sunday night.