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 Hides His Lovely Face,
I Rest On His Unchanging Grace;
In Every High And Stormy Gale,
My Anchor Holds Within The Vail.

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,
On ,May I Then In Him Be Found,
Clothed In His Righteousness Alone,
Faultless To Stand Before The Throne !