Keith Getty - In christ alone

In ^BbChrist al^Fone my h^Dmope is fou^Cnd, ^F/AHe is my ^Bblight, my str^Cength, my s^Fong; This ^BbCorners^Ftone, this s^Dmolid Grou^Cnd, ^F/AFirm through the f^Bbiercest dr^Cought and s^Ftorm. What ^Fheights o^Bbf love, wha^Dt depths^C of peace, When ^Afears ar^Bbe stilled, when^Dm strivin^Cgs cease! My ^BbComfort^Fer, my A^Dmll in Al^Cl, ^F/AHere in the ^Bblove of Ch^Crist I st^Fand.

In ^BbChrist al^Fone! Who^Dm took on f^Clesh ^F/AFullness ^Bbof God in hel^Cpless babe!^F This ^Bbgift of^F love and ri^Dmghteousne^Css ^F/AScorned by the one^Bbs he came ^Cto save^F: Till ^Fon that c^Bbross as Jes^Dus died,^C The w^Arath of ^BbGod was ^Dmsatisfie^Cd For^Bb every ^Fsin on H^Dmim was l^Caid; ^F/AHere in the ^Bbdeath of C^Christ I l^Five.

There i^Bbn the gr^Found His^Dm body lay ^{C F/A}Light of ^Bbthe world by ^Cdarkness sl^Fain: Then ^Bbburstin^Fg forth in g^Dmlorious D^Cay ^F/AUp from the grave ^Bbhe rose ag^Cain! ^F And a^Fs He stan^Bbds in victo^Dry ^C Sin's^A curse h^Bbas lost ^Dmits grip^C on me, For^Bb I am H^Fis and H^Dme is min^Ce ^F/ABought with ^Bbthe precio^Cus blood ^Fof Christ.

No guil^Bbt in lif^Fe, no fe^Dmar in deat^Ch, ^F/AThis is t^Bbhe power of C^Christ in me^F; From ^Bblife's ^Ffirst cry to^Dm final br^Ceath. ^F/AJesus commands my ^Bbdestiny. ^{C F} No po^Fwer of he^Bbll, no sche^Dme of ma^Cn, Can e^Aver pluc^Bbk me fro^Dmm His ha^Cnd; Til^Bbl He re^Fturns or^Dm calls m^Ce home, ^F/AHere in the ^Bbpower of C^Christ I'll ^Fstand.