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.