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.

Chorus: On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.

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, oh, may I then in Him be found; dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the Throne.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand.

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Edward Mote (c. 1834) (1797-1874)

My Rock, my Lord, my Hope, my All.