Lordy, Lord of love,
God almighty, God above,
Please look down and see my people through.
I believe that God put Sun and Moon in the sky,
I don't mind the grey skies,
’cause they're just clouds passing by.
Lilies of the the valley
they neither toils or spins
And flowers bloom and springtime birds sing.
Often we feel weary, but he knows our every care,
Go to him in secret, he will hear your every prayer.
Oh, from dawn to sunset man works hard all day,
Come Sunday, oh, come Sunday, that’s the day.
from 'Concert of Sacred Music' arr. Timothy Burke
Duke Ellington (1899-1974)