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.
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.
Words by Edward Mote, 1797-1874