So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And overturn his rule
Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled anew
On Friday a thief, on Sunday a King
Laid down in grief, but awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day, the first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave
He has cheated Hell and seated us above the fall
In desperate places He paid our wages, one time once and for all