My Hope is Built on Nothing Less

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.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:

all other ground is sinking sand;

all other ground is sinking sand.