Creation brings an offering
As autumn leaves turn to gold
The trees bow down in highest praise
Now made bare before Your throneThe western sky an amber blaze
At the end of the day
For everything must die to rise againThe 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 allWithin the darkest night of man
Was found Your saving hand
For everything must die to rise againOn the third day behold the King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day were forgiven and reconciledThe earth it groans in labor pains
As flowers stretch to heaven above
Your creatures sing the prophets song
To be a gift of selfless loveThe sun is rising in the east
And Your Spirit is unleashed
For everything must die to rise againOn the third day behold the King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day were forgiven and reconciledAnd 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 goThe greatest act of sovereign grace
In the universe displayed
For everything must die to rise againOn the third day behold the King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day were forgiven and reconciledOn the third day the saints rejoice
On the third day we lift our voice
On the third day we're united and glorifiedAnd everything must die to rise again