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Words: Ed­ward Mote, cir­ca 1834; first ap­peared in Mote’s Hymns of Praise, 1836. Music: Sol­id Rock, Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1863.
My Fhope is built on Cnothing less than BbJesus’ bloodF and righteousness. I dare not trust the Csweetest frame, but Bbwholly lean in FJesus’ Name. On FChrist the solid BbRock I stand, All Fother ground is Csinking sand; All Fother ground is C7sinking Fsand. When Fdarkness seems to Chide His face, I Bbrest on His un- Fchanging grace. In every high and Cstormy gale, My Bbanchor holds with- Fin the veil. On FChrist the solid BbRock I stand, All Fother ground is Csinking sand; All Fother ground is C7sinking Fsand. F C His oath, His cove- nant, His blood, Sup- Bbport me in the Fwhelming flood. When all around my Csoul gives way, He Bbthen is all my FHope and Stay. On FChrist the solid BbRock I stand, All Fother ground is Csinking sand; All Fother ground is C7sinking Fsand. When FHe shall come with Ctrumpet sound, Oh Bbmay I then in FHim be found. Dressed in His righteous- Cness alone, Fault- Bbless to stand be- Ffore the throne. On FChrist the solid BbRock I stand, All Fother ground is Csinking sand; All Fother ground is C7sinking Fsand.