Christ the Solid Rock

My hope is built on nothing lessThan 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 bloodSupport 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,Oh, 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.Edward Mote, William Batchelder Bradbury; Words: Public Domain;CCLI #4580240