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
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