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