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.

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.

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.

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.