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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.
And 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.


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 everything 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.
For everything 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.
On the third day, the saints rejoice,
On the third day, we lift our voice,
On the third day, we’re united and glorified.


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