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