On The Third Day by Bethany Dillon

In Christ Alone - Modern Hymns Of Worship by Bethany Dillon, Matt Hammitt

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On The Third Day
by Bethany Dillon

Album: In Christ Alone - Modern Hymns Of Worship

Creation brings an offering,
As autumn leaves turn to gold,
The trees bow down in highest praise,
Now made bare before Your throne.
The western sky an amber blaze,
At the end of the day,
For ev'rything must die to rise again.

The winter's chill, a bitter cold,
As sin and shame leave us to fall,
The clouds now full of newborn snow,
For grace to come and save us all,
Within the darkest night of man,
Was found Your saving hand,
For ev -'rything must die to rise again.

Chorus:
On the third day, behold the King,
On the third day, death has no sting,
On the third day, we're forgiven and reconciled

The earth it groans in labor pains,
As flowers stretch to heaven above,
Your creatures sing the prophet's song,
To be a gift of selfless love.
The sun is rising in the east,
And Your Spirit is unleashed
For ev'rything must die to rise again.

And so we wait in joyful hope,
For You to come and take us home,
And so we join beneath the cross,
In suffering from whence we go.
The greatest act of sovereign grace,
In the universe displayed,
For ev'rything must die to rise again.

Chorus 2:
On the third day, the saints rejoice,
On the third day, we lift our voice,
On the third day, united and glorified.