Stuart Townend - In christ alone

In ^F#Christ a^C#lone my ^F#hope is ^G#found; ^C#He is my ^F#light, my ^G#strength, my ^C#song; This ^F#corner^C#stone, this ^F#solid ^G#ground, ^C#Firm through the ^F#fiercest ^G#drought and ^F#storm. What heights of ^F#love^F#/Bb, what depths of ^G#peace, When ^C#/Ffears are ^F#stilled^F#/Bb, when strivings ^G#cease! My ^F#comfor^C#ter, my ^F#all in ^G#all— ^C#Here in the ^F#love of ^G#Christ ^C#I stand.

In ^F#Christ ^C#alone, Who ^F#took on ^G#flesh, ^C#Fullness of ^F#God in ^G#helpless ^C#babe! This ^F#gift of ^C#love and ^F#righteous^G#ness, ^C#Scorned by the ^F#ones He ^G#came to ^C#save. Till on that ^F#cros^F#/Bbs as Jesus ^G#died, The ^C#/Fwrath of ^F#God^F#/Bb was satis^G#fied; For ^F#ev'ry ^C#sin on ^F#Him was ^G#laid— ^C#Here in the ^F#death of ^G#Christ I ^C#live.

There ^F#in the ^C#ground His ^F#body ^G#lay, ^C#Light of the ^F#world by ^G#darkness ^C#slain; Then ^F#bursting ^C#forth in ^F#glorious ^G#day, ^C#Up from the ^F#grave He ^G#rose ^C#again! And as He ^F#sta^F#/Bbnds in ^G#victory, Sin's ^C#/Fcurse has ^F#los^F#/Bbt its ^G#grip on me; For ^F#I am ^C#His and ^F#He is ^G#mine— ^C#Bought with the ^F#precious ^G#blood of ^C#Christ.

No ^Gguilt in ^Dlife, no ^Gfear in ^Adeath— ^DThis is the ^Gpow'r of ^AChrist in ^Dme; From ^Glife's ^Dfirst cry to ^Gfinal ^Abreath, ^DJesus ^Gcommands my ^Adesti^Dny. No pow'r of ^Ghe^G/Bll, no scheme of ^Aman, Can ^D/F#ever ^Gplu^G/Bck me from His ^Ahand; Till ^GHe ^Dreturns or ^Gcalls me ^Ahome— ^DHere in the ^Gpow'r of ^AChrist I'll ^Dstand.