Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: qualquer

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In Christ a-lone, my hope is found,
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He is my light, my strength, my song;
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This Cor-ner-stone, this so-lid ground,
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Firm through the fier-cest drought and storm.
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What heights of love, what depths of peace,
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When fears are stilled, when striv-ings cease!
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My Com-for-ter, my All and All,
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Here in the love of Christ I Stand.
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In Christ a-lone! Who took on flesh,
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Full-ness of God in help-less babe!
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This gift of love   and right-eous-ness,
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Scorned by the ones He came to save:
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Till on that cross as Je-sus died,
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The wrath of God was sa-tis-fied,
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For eve-ry sin   on Him was laid;
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Here in the death of Christ I live.
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There in the ground   His bod-y lay,
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Light of the world by dark-ness slain.
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Then burst-ing forth   in glor-ious day,
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Up from the grave He rose a-gain!
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And as He stands in vic-to-ry,
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Sin's curse has lost it's grip on me,
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For I am His   and He is mine,
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Bought with the pre-cious blood of Christ.
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No guilt in life, no fear in death;
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This is the pow'r of Christ in me.
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From life's first cry  to fi-nal breath,
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Je-sus com-mands my des-ti-ny.
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No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
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Can ev-er pluck me from His hand.
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Till He re-turns  or calls me home,
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Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand!