Steve Green - He holds the keys

^CDeath rides blackened cl^Gouds across the s^Ebky ^{F C}The Son of man lays d^Gown to die ^{Eb F} With e^Cvery pounding b^Glow upon the n^Ebail ^F T^Chunder rumbles a^Gll through hell ^{Eb F Bb Eb} And from death's ^Bbbarren womb the c^Captives cry ^EbWho is there to f^Bbree us should He d^Gie

His g^Crave becomes a d^Goor, He enters ^Ebin ^F To f^Cace the author o^Gf all sin ^{Eb F} Def^C#ying death and the gr^G#ave He takes their ^F#mkeys And w^C#ith them every c^G#aptive fre^Ees ^{F# E} And from death's b^Barren womb the c^Dbaptives cry ^E Arise for our red^Bemption draweth n^Abigh

For ^DbHe h^Gbold^Abs the k^Dbeys ^BbmHe h^Ebmolds the k^Abeys^Ab7 And t^Gbhough we've been held c^Abaptive At l^Fong last we are f^Bbmree For ^GbHe h^Abolds the k^Aeys ^{B A B}

Ag^Dbainst the gates of h^Abell I now res^Eist ^Gb For t^Dbhe shackles that had t^Aborn my wrists^{E Gb D}Lay before me n^Aow upon the g^Bbround ^C To ^Dsin I am no l^Aonger bound ^{Bb C F} For from death's b^Carren womb He h^Deard my cry And l^Foosed the chains that b^Cound me to a l^Aie

For ^DHe h^Gol^Ads the k^Deys ^BmHe h^Emolds the k^Aeys^A7 And th^Gough we've been held c^Aaptive At l^F#mong last we are f^Bmree For H^Ge ho^Alds the k^Deys^{Am D}

And to a^Gll the things that have k^Aept you away That k^F#meep you def^F#eated ^Bmday after d^Aay after ^Gday The h^Emeartache that n^Aobody sees That e^F#ats at your soul like a c^Bsus4ruel disease^{B Em}He who s^Det the captives f^Cree It is H^Eme, it is He who holds your k^F#eys

For ^EbHe h^Abold^Bbs the k^Ebeys ^CmHe h^Fmolds the k^Bbeys And th^Abough we've been held ca^Bbptive At lo^Gng last we are f^Cmree For H^Abe ho^Bblds the k^Ebeys ^Ab He h^Bbolds the k^Ebeys ^B He h^C#olds the k^Ebeys