I love to sing the songs of God

Such worship must be right.

This I do on Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday night.

I love to hear the gospel, too

It gives me pure delight.

I hear it Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday night.

God bless our preacher, too

And give him power and might,

But put a sinner in my place,

Come Sunday night.

I'd go through mud, even snow,

And do anything that's right

To be at services Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday night.

Let others be on hand

To worship God aright.

But I want my easy chair,

And other things, Sunday night.

I know I need more strength

To keep on in the fight.

For help I come on Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday night.

[ This also applies to Wednesday night. ]