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.
2 When darkness seems to veil His face I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
3 His oath, His covenant, and blood, Support me in the ‘whelming flood:
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
4 And when I hear the Trumpet Sound, Oh may I then in him be found;
Clothed in his righteousness alone, faultless to stand before His Throne.