You set us up above all the stars Set up on a high place by where you are And while we were dead, you made us your friends And scattered our debt upon the winds
Glory to one, God's murdered son Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, and once from the grave Daughters and sons from the ashes you've raised And hidden our faults even from your own face And scattered our debt upon the waves
Glory to the one who overcame in death Glory to the one who paid for my offenses Glory to the one, glory to the one
