“NOT ON SUNDAY NIGHT”
Bro. Gus Nichols (1892-1975) was one of the 20th Century great preachers. It was always a blessing to hear him preach and to be around this very humble man. He knew and loved the Bible. It was rare if he preached under two hours. It was reported that he said, “The reason most preachers can’t preach that long is, they don’t know that much about it.” He studied the Bible several hours a day. One of his sons, Hardeman, told me, that many times his father would come in late at night and would still be in his study at sun-up with his coat and hat still on. Bro. Nichols wrote the following poem that is very appropriate today.
Larry
BUT NOT ON SUNDAY NIGHT
I love the church that Jesus built,
And know that it is right.
I go there every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
I love to sing the songs of God;
Such worship must be right.
And this I do on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
I love to hear the Gospel too,
It gives me pure delight.
I hear it every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
And may God bless our preacher too,
And give him power and might,
And put a sinner in my place
At worship Sunday night.
It’s true, the church can save the world,
If good light shines bright;
I help it every Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
Yes, all of us must one day die,
I hope I’ll be doing right;
So may I die on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night!