In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found; He is my light, my strength, my song; This cornerstone, this solid ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace, when fears are stilled, when strivings cease; My Comforter, my all in all, here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless Babe; This gift of love and righteousness, scorned by the ones He came to save;  Till on that cross, as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied; For every sin on Him was laid, here in the death of Christ, I live.

There in the ground His body lay, Light of the world by darkness slain; Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He rose again; And He stands in victory, sin’s curse has lost its grip on me; For I am His and He is mine, bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in me; From life’s first cry, to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny; No power of Hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand; Till He returns or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.