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.
When Darkness Seems To Hide His 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,
Oh, May I Then In Him Be Found;
Dressed In His Righteousness Alone,
Faultless To Stand Before The Throne.