
Wednesday in Holy Week
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, /
For I am drowning in a stormier sea /
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee: /
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, /
My heart is as some famine-murdered land, /
Whence all good things have perished utterly, /
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie /
If I this night before God’s throne should stand.

