Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
Mortals are all asleep below,
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Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
Mortals are all asleep below,
None in the village hears him go;
E'en chanticleer keeps very still,
For Sunday whispered, 'twas his will.

Of all the days that's in the week,
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the read more

Of all the days that's in the week,
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.

Now, really, this appears the common case
Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday--
But what is read more

Now, really, this appears the common case
Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday--
But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy?

Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angel's musick; therefore come not late.

Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angel's musick; therefore come not late.

See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep,
And all the western world believe and sleep.

See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep,
And all the western world believe and sleep.

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
The Alpine peasants, two and three,
Climb up here to pray;
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On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
The Alpine peasants, two and three,
Climb up here to pray;
Burghers and dames, at summer's prime,
Ride out to church from Chamberry,
Dight with mantles gay,
But else it is a lonely time
Round the Church of Brou.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.