Christina Grimmie - In christ alone

^FIn Chris^Ct alone ^Ammy hope is^G found, ^C/EHe is my ^Flight, my st^Grength, my ^Csong; This ^FCorner^Cstone, this ^Amsolid Gro^Gund, ^C/EFirm through the f^Fiercest d^Grought and ^Cstorm. What ^C/Eheights of ^Flove, what^Am depths o^Gf peace, When ^C/Efears are ^Fstilled, when ^Amstriving^Gs cease! My ^FComfor^Cter, my ^AmAll in A^Gll, ^C/EHere in the ^Flove of C^Ghrist I s^Ctand.

There ^Gin the gr^Dound His ^Bmbody la^Ay ^D/F#Light of the ^Gworld by da^Arkness sl^Dain: Then b^Gursting f^Dorth in g^Bmlorious Da^Ay ^D/F#Up from the ^Ggrave he r^Aose ag^Dain! And ^D/F#as He s^Gtands in^Bm vict^Aory Sin's ^D/F#curse has l^Gost its ^Bmgrip on^A me, For ^GI am H^Dis and ^BmHe is mi^Ane ^D/F#Bought with the p^Grecious b^Alood of Ch^Drist.

No ^Aguilt in l^Eife, no f^C#mear in deat^Bh, ^E/G#This is the p^Aower of Ch^Brist in ^Eme; From ^Alife's first c^Ery to f^C#minal brea^Bth. ^E/G#Jesus c^Aommands my d^Bestin^Ey. No ^E/G#power of h^Aell, no ^C#mscheme of ^Bman, Can ^E/G#ever pl^Auck me f^C#mrom His ^Bhand; Till ^AHe retu^Erns or c^C#malls me ho^Bme, ^E/G#Here in the p^Aower of Ch^Brist I'll s^Etand.

Till ^AHe retu^Erns or^C#m call^Bs me home, ^E/G#Here in the p^Aower of Ch^Brist I'll s^Etand.