{title: Cornerstone}
{author: Edward Mote | Eric Liljero | Jonas Myrin | Reuben Morgan | William Batchelder Bradbury}
{key: C}
{tempo: 71}
{time: 4/4}
{ci: Lyrics based on the hymn "My Hope Is Built"}

{c: Intro}
    [|] [C]          [|]             [|] [Am]       [|]             [|] [F]          [|] [G]          [|]

{c: Verse 1}
    [C]   My hope is built on nothing less
    [F]   Than Jesus' blood and [G]righteousness.
    [Am]  I dare not trust the [Am/G]sweetest frame,
    [F]   But wholly [G]trust in Je[C]sus' Name.   [(Csus)     (C)]  [(To Chorus)]

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
    [(C/E)]Christ a[F]lone, [Am]Corner[G]stone;
    [C/E]Weak made [F]strong in the [Am]Savior's [G]love;
    [C]Through the [F]storm, [Am]He is [G]Lord,
    Lord of [C]all.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2}
    [C]  When darkness seems to hide His face,
    [F]  I rest on His un[G]changing grace.
    [Am]  In ev'ry high and [Am/G]stormy gale,
    [F]  My anchor [G]holds within [C]  the veil;
    [F]  My anchor [G]holds within [C]  the veil.

{c: Interlude}
    [|] [C]          [|]     He is[|] [Am]Lord,      [|]     Lord of[|] [F]all.         [|] [G]

{c: Verse 3}
    [C]   When He shall come with trumpet sound,
    [F]   Oh may I then in [G]Him be found.
    [Am]  Dressed in His righteous[Am/G]ness alone,
    [F]   Faultless to [G]stand before [C]  the throne.

{title: The Love of God}
{key: C}

{c: Verse 1}
Could we with [C]ink the ocean [G]fill,
And were the [Dm]skies of parchment [C]made,
Were every [C/E]stalk on earth a [G]quill,
And every [Dm]man a scribe by [C]trade,
To write the [F]love of God a[C]bove,
Would drain the [G]ocean [C]dry.
Nor could the [F]scroll contain the [C]whole,
Though stretched from [G]sky to [C]sky.

{c: Refrain}
{soc}
O love of [F]God, how rich and [C]pure!
How measure[G]less and [C]strong!
It shall for[F]evermore en[C]dure
The saints' and [G]angels' [C]song.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2}
The love of [C]God is greater [G]far
Than tongue or [Dm]pen can ever [C]tell;
It goes be[C]yond the highest [G]star,
And reaches [Dm]to the lowest [C]hell;
The guilty [F]pair, bowed down with [C]care,
God gave His [G]Son to [C]win;
His erring [F]child He recon[C]ciled,
And pardoned [G]from his [C]sin.

{c: Verse 3}
When years of [C]time shall pass a[G]way,
And earthly [Dm]thrones and kingdoms [C]fall,
When men, who [C/E]here refuse to [G]pray,
On rocks and [Dm]hills and mountains [C]call,
God's love so [F]sure, shall still en[C]dure,
All measure[G]less and [C]strong;
Redeeming [F]grace to Adam's [C]race—
The saints' and [G]angels' [C]song.

{c: Special note:}
The original song was an adaptation from a Jewish poem, which formed the words in verse 3.  
The chorus and the traditional verses 1 and 2 were added later.  
This version is arranged starting with the original verse first, and the chords rendered more optimally on a guitar.

{title: How High And How Wide}
{key: G}

{c: Verse 1}
[G]No eye has seen and [Am11]no ear has heard
And [G/B]no mind has ever con[C]ceived   [Dsus]
The [G]glorious things that [Am11]You have prepared
For [G/B]everyone who has be[Dsus]lieved   [D]
[F]You brought us near and You [A/C#]called us Your [A]own
And [Am7]made us joint heirs with Your [Dsus]Son [D]

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
How [Gsus]high [G]and how wide, how [Am7]deep and how long
How [F]sweet and how [C/E]strong is Your [Dsus]love   [D]
How [Gsus]lav[G]ish Your grace, how [Am7]faithful Your ways
How [C9]great is Your [Am/D]love O [G]Lord!
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2}
[G]Objects of mercy who [Am11]should have known wrath
We're [G/B]filled with unspeakable [C]joy   [Dsus]
[G]Riches of wisdom un[Am11]searchable wealth
And the [G/B]wonder of knowing Your [Dsus]voice   [D]
[F]You are our treasure and [A/C#]our great re[A]ward
Our [Am7]hope and our glorious [Dsus]King   [D]