My hope is built on nothing less 

Than Jesus blood and righteousness; 

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus name.

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When darkness veils His lovely face,

I rest on His unchanging grace;

In every high and stormy gale

My anchor holds within the veil.

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His oath, His covenant, His blood,

Support me in the whelming flood; 

When all around my soul gives way,

He then is all my hope and stay.

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When He shall come with trumpet sound,

O may I then in Him be found.  

Dressed in His righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne.

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On Christ the solid Rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand. 

All other ground is sinking sand.

                                                                     WORDS: Edward Mote, 1797 – 1874