Hymn – Holy Week

Wide open are thy hands

Paying with more than gold

The awful debt of guilty men,

Forever and of old.

Ah, let me grasp those hands,

That we many never part,

And let the power of thy blood

Sustain my fainting heart.

Wide open are thine arms,

A fallen world to embrace;

To take to love and endless rest

Our whole forsaken race.

Lord, I am sad and poor,

But boundless is thy grace;

Give me the soul-transforming joy

For which I seek thy face.

Draw all my mind and heart

Up to thy throne on high,

And let thy sacred cross exalt

My spirit to the sky.

To these, thy mighty hands,

My spirit I resign;

Living, I live alone to thee,

Dying, alone am thine.