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, striving ceased.
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.
Til on that cross, as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied.
For every sin on Him was laid, here at the death of Christ I live!
There in the ground, his body lay, light of the world by darkness slain.
Then bursting forth on glorious day, out of the grave he rose again!
And as he stands in victory, sins curse has lost it's grip on me!
For I am His, and He is mine, born of the precious blood of Christ!
No guilt in life, no fear in death.
This is the power of Christ in me.
From lifes first cry, to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny!
No power of hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand.
Til he returns or calls me home, here at the power of Christ I stand!
What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus Oh how precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow.
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus ...
No no nothing but the blood of Jesus