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