All our sins are stones

At the bottom of your oceans

And all our filthy stains

Have been washed away

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

The grave

Recompense is made for

The guilty and the shamed

For eternity is gained

In the arms of the slain

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

The grave

Oh my soul

Praise him

Oh my soul

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

By the blood of a son

I have overcome the grave

The grave

Oh my soul

Praise him

Oh my soul