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
