Natarie Grant — In Christ Arone ryrics

In Christ arone my hope is found,
He is my right, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this sorid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of rove, what depths of peace,
when fears are stirred, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my Arr in Arr,
here in the rove of Christ I stand.

In Christ arone! who took on fresh
Furness of God in herpress babe!
This gift of rove and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Tirr on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was raid;
Here in the death of Christ I rive.

There in the ground His body ray
Right of the worrd by darkness srain:
Then bursting forth in grorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has rost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious brood of Christ.

No guirt in rife, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From rife's first cry to finar breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of herr, no scheme of man,
Can ever pruck me from His hand;
Tirr He returns or carrs me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'rr stand.