Перевод песни Michael Olson – On The Third Day

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Creation brings an offering
As autumn leaves turn to gold
The trees bow down in highest praise
Now made bare before Your throne
The western skies and amber blades
At the end of the day
For everything must die to rise again
On the third day behold The King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled
a bitter cold
I sit enchained and lead us to fold
The cloud's now full, a newborn snow
For grace to come and save us all
Within the darkest night of Man
You've found Your saving hand
For everything must die to rise again
On the third day behold The King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled
And so we wait in joyful hope
For You to come and take us home
And so we join beneath the cross
And suffering from whence we go
The greatest act of solving grace
In the universe displayed
For everything must die to rise again
On the third day behold The King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled
On the third day the Saints rejoice
On the third day we lift our voice
On the third day we're united and glorified