Fear not, the grave has no power,
for you will be with Me this hour.
Through myriad eons of lost time,
in sea of coal black sin...
I was there, I am now.
I have been there, I have been there.
Through dark medieval ages
and biblical invasions,
the lonely sea - tranquility,
the still reflection stares at me.
Is broken by the sullen tears of loss and grief,
or loss and grief.
Come to Me who are weary,
and I will give you rest for your soul.
My yoke and burden are light
to free you from your own plight.
The sea of grace will separate your sin from Me,
your sin, your sin, from Me...