Come now, His hands are o-pen; bring your harvest with a song.
Tell the story of His goodness, come remember what He’s done.
Bring it to the altar, lay it on the stone,
every sorrow and every joy.
Bring it to the altar, don’t leave it at the door.
Whatever you carry, come and give it to the Lord
come and give it to the Lord.
Come now, His hands are o-pen; bring your ashes and your tears,
All your troubles, ev’ry burden: may you find your comfort here.
Bring it to the altar, lay it on the stone,
every sorrow and every joy.
Bring it to the altar, don’t leave it at the door.
Whatever you carry, come and give it to the Lord
come and give it to the Lord.
Bring it to the a – ltar,
bring it to the a – ltar!
(repeat)


