Verse 1
OCne day when HeaFven was filled with His praCises
One day when sFin was as black as could bCe
Jesus came forFth to be born of a virCgin
Dwelt among mFen, my example is DmHe
Word became flFesh and the light shined amAmong us
His glory reveFaled
Chorus
Living, He lovCed me
Dying, He savGed me
Buried, He carAmried my sins far awFay
Rising, He justiCfied freely forGever
One day He's coAmming
Oh glorious daFy, oh glorious dCay
OCne day they lFed Him up Calvary's mounCtain
One day they naiFled Him to die on a trCee
Suffering angFuish, despised and rejeCcted
Bearing our siFns, my Redeemer is DmHe
Hands that healed natiFons, stretched out on a tAmree
And took the nails for mGe
OCne day the grave couFld conceal Him no lonCger
One day the stoFne rolled away from the doCor
Then He aroFse, over death He had conquCered
Now is asceFnded, my Lord eveDmrmore
Death could not hoFld Him, the grave could not kAmeep Him
From rising agGain
One day the truCmpet will soGund for His coming
OFne day the skiCes with His glorGies will shEmine
WondFerful day, my BelGoved One briAmnging
My SavFior Jesus is miCne