Okay, a friend going through chemo just posted the words to another one of my very favorite songs, so I thought I'd share that with you too, but only in text form. I love that this song focuses on what is true, what the Scriptures teach, not on how we feel.
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 my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
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 dies,
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 as 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 every pluck me from His hand.
Till He returns or calls me home;
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
In Christ Alone
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2001 Kingsway Thankyou Music
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My husband and three other men are singing "In Christ Alone" this Sunday. Appropriate for Resurrection Sunday, don't you think?
Allison
Hey! We are going to sing this in our Easter service too! Just the whole congregation...cool!
Thanks for your Roosevelt comment on my blog. He's the sweetest cat. He LOVES Jason, nuzzling him and kneading him--they are buddies. We have another, Lily, and she's claimed me as hers. Problem--she's the crabbiest cat ever. She's pretty, though--almost all white with a few black markings. We've had her nearly eleven years, and Roosevelt's been with us for four. Lily hates him ("hates" is completely accurate). He'd like to be friends, but she refuses.
I think this is one of the few modern hymns out there. I love it too!
Far East Friend
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