There isn’t much in any of my hymnals for Holy Saturday. I suppose that’s because none of the traditions I’ve bummed about with tend to go to church on the day before Easter, but noting that only reframes the issue: why skip from Friday to Sunday?
Anyway, here’s Angelyne– the song played relentlessly in my car each year until Easter. If Peter had a guitar and a harmonica, I think this is what he would have sung today: “I tried to fake it, but you wouldn’t play along. I watched you naked, innocent and holding on…”