The universe
Is a bulging purse
For greedy little hands
The conquerors have stole away
The gold from far-off lands
And God was there
Yes, he was there
The flag held high his name
Yea, and all men will be civilized
And murder is the game

And we'll all be there on Sunday
To claim eternal grace
And we'll all be there on Sunday
Our sins to be erased
Yes, we'll all cry out together
Praise glory to his name
And we'll all be there on Sunday
The blind, the deaf, and lame

The unexplored
Was to be deplored
For they were savage men
To pagan shores, the ships set sail
All evil to condemn
And he was there
Yes, he was there
The flag held high his name
Yea, and all men will be civilized
And murder is the game

And we'll all be there on Sunday
To claim eternal grace
And we'll all be there on Sunday
Our sins to be erased
Yes, we'll all cry out together
Praise glory to his name
And we'll all be there on Sunday
The blind, the deaf, and lame

Yes, we'll all be there on Sunday
To claim eternal grace
And we'll all be there on Sunday
Our sins to be erased
Yes, we'll all cry out together
Praise glory to his name
And we'll all be there on Sunday
The blind, the deaf, and lame