In Christ Alone, Celtic Worship
“In Christ Alone” has been and always will be, in my opinion, one of the most well-written worship songs of our time. Verse one opens with a picture – relevant always and some would say especially now – of Christ as our hope, our solid ground in any storm. Our comforter. Verse two speaks of Christ’s work on the cross, verse three of His resurrection. As a result of being purchased by His blood we have new life in Him, and we can never be plucked from His hand. Few songs paint such a clear picture of the Gospel. Until He returns, or calls me home, here in the power 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.
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! – 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 died,
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 ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.