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Tuning: G C E A
In GChrist aDlone my Ghope is fAound, DHe is my lGight, my strAength, my sDong; This GCornerDstone, this Gsolid GrAound, DFirm through the fiGercest drAought and sDtorm. What Dheights of lGove, what Ddepths of pAeace, When Dfears are sGtilled, when sDtrivings cAease! My GComforDter, my GAll in AAll, DHere in the lGove of ChArist I stDand.
In GChrist aDlone! Who tGook on fAlesh DFulness of GGod in Ahelpless Dbabe! This Ggift of lDove and rGighteousAness DScorned by the Gones he cAame to sDave: Till Don that cGross as DJesus dAied, The Dwrath of GGod was DsatisfAied For Gevery Dsin on GHim was lAaid; DHere in the Gdeath of ChArist I lDive.
There Gin the grDound His Gbody lAay DLight of the Gworld by daArkness slDain: Then bGursting fDorth in gGlorious DAay DUp from the Ggrave he rAose agDain! And Das He sGtands inD victorAy Sin's Dcurse has lGost its Dgrip on mAe, For GI am HDis and GHe is mAine DBought with the pGrecious bAlood of ChDrist.
No Gguilt in lDife, no fGear in deAath, DThis is the pGower of ChArist in Dme; From Glife's first cDry to fGinal brAeath. DJesus cGommands my dAestinDy. No Dpower of hGell, no Dscheme of mAan, Can Dever plGuck me fDrom His hAand; Till GHe retuDrns or cGalls me hAome, DHere in the pGower of ChArist I'll sDtand.