The Solid Rock

by Edward Mote

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.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.

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.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Drest in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!

Chorus

On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.