It was the day the world went wrong.

I screamed till my voice was gone, and watched through the tears as ev ’ry (Em)thing came crash ing down.

So Slow ly, pan ic turns to pain as we a wake to what re mains, and sift you through the ash es that are (Em)left

be hind.

But (Am)bur ied deep be neath

the (F)all our bro ken (Am)dreams, we have (G)this hope: Out of these ash es,

beau ty will rise.

And we will dance a mong the ru ins, we will (Am)see it with our own (G)eyes.

Out of these ash es,

beau ty will rise,

for we (G)know joy is com ing in the morn ing.

In the morn ing,

beau ty will rise.

So take an oth er breath for now and let the tears come wash ing down, and if you can’t be lieve, I will be (Em)lieve

for you.

’Cause (Am)I ied deep have seen

the (F)signs our bro of (Am)spring; just watch (G)and see.

Out of these ash es,

beau ty will rise.

And we will dance a mong the ru ins, we will (Am)see it with our own (G)eyes.

Out of this dark ness

new life will shine.

And we’ll (G)know joy is com ing in the morn ing.

In the morn ing,

beau ty will rise.

In the morn ing.

I can hear it in the dis tance, and it’s (Fmaj7)not too far a way.

It’s the (Am)mu sic and the laugh ter of a (C)wed ding and a feast.

I can (C)al most feel the hand of God (Fmaj7)reach ing for my face to wipe the (Am)tears a way.

You say, “It’s (C)time to make ev ’ry thing (F)new,

make it all (Am)new.”

This is our hope,

this is a (G)prom ise.

This is our (Am)hope,

this is a (G)prom ise.

It will (F)take our breath a way to see the (G)beau ty that’s been made out of the (Am)ash es,

out of the (G)ash es.

It will (F)take our breath a way to see the (G)beau ty that He’s made out of the (Am)ash es,

out of the (G)ash es.

Out of these ash es, (G)know the joy that’s com ing in the morn ing.

In the morn ing,

beau ty will rise.

Oh,

beau ty will (C)rise.

Oh,

oh,

oh,

beau ty will (C)rise.

Oh,

oh,

oh,

beau ty will (C)rise.

Oh, (C)rise.