Bethany Dillon - On the third day

^C Creation brings an offe^Fring, as autumn^G leaves turn to^F gold The trees bow^C down in highest^F praise, now make^G bare before your^F throne The western^C skies and amber^F plains, at the^G end of the^F day For^C everything must^G die and rise ^Cagain

^C The winter's chill, a bitter^F cold, as sin and^G shame leave us to^F fall The clouds are^C full of new born^F snow, for grace to^G come and save us^F all Within the^C darkest night of^F man, has found You're^G sa-----ving^F hand For^C everything must^G die and rise ^Cagain

On the^F third day b^Amehold the^G King, on the^F third day death^Am has no^G sting On the^F third day we're fo^Amrgiven and^G reco^Cnciled

^C The earth it groans in labor^F pains, it's flowers^G stretch to heaven^F above Your creatures^C sing a prophet^F song, to be a^G gift of selfless^F love The sun is^C rising in the^F east, and your^G spirit is u^Fnleashed For ^Ceverything must^G die to rise ^Cagain

On th^Fe third day b^Amehold the^G King, on the^F third day death^Am has no^G sting On the^F third day we're fo^Amrgiven and^G reco^Cnciled

^C And so we wait in joyful^F hope, for You to^G come and take us^F home And so we^C join beneath the^F cross, and suffe^Gring from whence we^F go The greatest^C act of sovereign^F grace, in the^G universe di^Fsplayed For^C everything must^G die to rise ^Cagain

On the^F third day b^Amehold the^G King, On the^F third day death^Am has no^G sting On the^F third day we're fo^Amrgiven and^G reco^Cnciled

On the^F third day the^Am saints r^Gejoice, on the^F third day we^Am lift our^G voice On the^F third day we're^Am united and^G glor^Cified

And^C everything must^G die to rise ^Cagain