Death in His Grave Lyrics

Though the earth cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
For the souls of men she cravedSun and moon from balcony
They turned their head in disbelief
Their precious love would taste the sting
Disfigured and disdainedOn Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
Of hell on that day
First born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his graveSo three days in darkness slept
The morning sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And overturn his ruleNow daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again

The debt of blood they owned was rent
When the day rolled a newOn Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
Of hell on that day
First born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his graveOn Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
Of hell on that day
First born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his graveHe has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all