Sins Are Stones

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