In Christ the Lord, my heart 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 stay.
In Christ alone, who took on flesh.
Fullness of God in helpless vain.
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.
His body laid.
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.
Here in death, this is the power of Christ in me.
From life's first cry to final death.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man.
This gift can never block me from his hand.
Till he returns or calls me home.
Here in the power of Christ I stand.
No power of hell, no scheme of man.
This gift can never block me from his hand.
Till he returns or calls me home.
Here in the power of Christ I stand.