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 everything must die to rise again

The winters 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 everything must die to rise again

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 prophets song
To be a gift of selfless love
The sun is rising in the east
And Your Spirit is unleashed
For everything must die to rise again

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

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 everything must die to rise again

On the third day, the saints rejoice
On the third day, we lift our voice
On the third day, united and glorified

On the third day, the saints rejoice
On the third day, we lift our voice
On the third day, united and glorified