{c: Verse 1} 
What [G]love could re[G/B]member no [C]wrongs we have [G]done?
Omn[D]iscient, all kn[Em]owing, He c[C]ounts not their [Dsus]sum.
Thrown [G]into [Am7]a sea without [G/B]bottom or sh[C]ore,
[G/B]Our [C]sins, they are [G/D]many; His [Dsus]mer[D6]cy [Dsus]is m[G]ore.

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
[G]Praise the [C]Lord, [G] [Em7]
His [Dsus]mercy is [C]more. [G] [Dsus] [D] [Dsus]
[C]Stronger than [G]darkness, [D] new every [Em7]morn.
Our [C]sins, they are [G]many; His [Dsus]mercy is [G]more.
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{c: Verse 2}
What [G]patience would wait as we [C]constantly [G]roam?
What F[D]ather, so t[Em]ender, is c[C]alling us [D]home?
He welc[G]omes the [Am]weakest, the [G/B]vilest, the [C]poor.
[G/B]Our [C]sins, they are [G/D]many; His me[D]rcy is m[G]ore.

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
[G]Praise the [C]Lord, [G] [Em7]
His [Dsus]mercy is [C]more. [G] [Dsus] [D] [Dsus]
[C]Stronger than [G]darkness, [D] new every [Em7]morn.
Our [C]sins, they are [G]many; His [Dsus]mercy is [G]more.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 3}
What [G]riches of kindness He l[C]avished on [G]us.
His [D]blood was the [Em]payment; His [C]life was the [D]cost.
We s[G]tood 'neath a[Am] debt we could [G/B]never [C]afford.
[G/B]Our [C]sins, they are [G/D]many; His me[D]rcy is m[G]ore.

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
[G]Praise the [C]Lord, [G] [Em7]
His [Dsus]mercy is [C]more. [G] [Dsus] [D] [Dsus]
[C]Stronger than [G]darkness, [D] new every [Em7]morn.
Our [C]sins, they are [G]many; His [Dsus]mercy is [G]more.
{eoc}

{title: In Christ Alone}
{artist: Keith Getty}
{artist: Stuart Townend}

{key: D}
{tempo: 60}
{time: 3/4}

{c: Verse 1}
In [G]Christ a[D]lone my [G]hope is [A]found;
[D/F#]He is my [G]light [D/F#]my [Em7]strength [G/A]my [D]song.
This [G]Corner[D]stone, this [G]solid [A]Ground,
[D/F#]Firm through the [G]fierc[D/F#]est [Em7]drought [G/A]and [D]storm.

{soc}
What [D/F#]heights of [G]love, what [D/F#]depths of [Asus]peace [A]
When [D/F#]fears are [G]stilled, when [Bm7]strivings [Asus]cease [A]
My [G]Comfort[D]er my [G]All in [A]All
[D/F#]Here in the [G]love [D/F#]of [Em7]Christ [G/A]I [D]stand.
{eoc}

{c: Instrumental}
[|][ ][Am7][  ][|][ ][Em7][  ][|][ ][D][ ][Dsus][ ][|][ ][D][  ][|]

{c: Verse 2}
In [G]Christ a[D]lone who [G]took on [A]flesh
[D/F#]Fullness of [G]God [D/F#]in [Em7]help[G/A]less [D]babe.
This [G]gift of [D]love and [G]righteous[A]ness
[D/F#]Scorned by the [G]ones [D/F#]He [Em7]came [G/A]to [D]save.

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Till [D/F#]on that [G]cross as [D/F#]Jesus [Asus]died [A]
The [D/F#]wrath of [G]God was [Bm7]satis[Asus]fied [A]
For [G]every [D]sin on [G]Him was [A]laid
[D/F#]Here in the [G]death [D/F#]of [Em7]Christ [G/A]I [D]live.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 3}
There [G]in the [D]ground His [G]body [A]lay,
[D/F#]Light of the [G]world [D/F#]by [Em7]dark[G/A]ness [D]slain.
Then [G]bursting [D]forth in [G]glorious [A]Day
[D/F#]Up from the [G]grave [D/F#]He [Em7]rose [G/A]a[D]gain.

{soc}
And [D/F#]as He [G]stands in [D/F#]victo[Asus]ry [A]
Sin's [D/F#]curse has [G]lost its [Bm7]grip on [Asus]me [A]
For [G]I am [D]His and [G]He is [A]mine
[D/F#]Bought with the [G]pre[D/F#]cious [Em7]blood [G/A]of [D]Christ
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{c: Verse 4}
No [G]guilt in [D]life no [G]fear in [A]death
[D/F#]This is the [G]power [D/F#]of [Em7]Christ [G/A]in [D]me
From [G]life's first [D]cry to [G]final [A]breath
[D/F#]Jesus com[G]mands [D/F#]my [Em7]des[G/A]ti[D]ny.

{soc}
No [D/F#]power of [G]hell no [D/F#]scheme of [Asus]man [A]
Can [D/F#]ever [G]pluck me [Bm7]from His [Asus]hand [A]
Till [G]He ret[D]urns or [G]calls me [A]home
[D/F#]Here in the [G]power [D/F#]of [Em7]Christ [G/A]I'll [D]stand.
{eoc}

{title:How Great Thou Art}
{tempo: 60}
{time: 4/4}

{c: Verse 1}
O Lord, my [G]God! When I in [C]awesome wonder
Consider [G]all the [D]worlds Thy hands have [G]made
I see the [G]stars, I hear the [C]rolling thunder
Thy power through[G]out the [D]universe dis[G]played

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
Then sings my [G]soul, my [C]Savior God to [G]Thee
How great Thou [Am]art, [D] how great Thou [G]art
Then sings my [G]soul, my [C]Savior God to [G]Thee
How great Thou [Am]art, [D] how great Thou [G]art
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2}
When through the [G]woods, and forest [C]glades I wander,
And hear the [G]birds sing [D]sweetly in the [G]trees.
When I look [G]down, from lofty [C]mountain grandeur
And hear the [G]brook, and [D]feel the gentle [G]breeze.

{c: Verse 3}
And when I [G]think that God, His [C]Son not sparing
Sent Him to [G]die, I [D]scarce can take it [G]in;
That on the [G]Cross, my burden [C]gladly bearing,
He bled and [G]died to [D]take away my [G]sin.

{c: Verse 4}
When Christ shall [G]come, with shout of [C]acclamation,
And take me [G]home, what [D]joy shall fill my [G]heart.
Then I shall [G]bow, in humble [C]adoration,
And there pro[G]claim, "My [D]God, how great Thou [G]art!"