1. My hope is built on no- thing less Than Je- sus' blood and right- eous- ness. I dare not trust the sweet- est frame, But whol- ly trust in Je- sus' Name. On Christ the so- lid Rock I stand, All o- ther ground is sink- ing sand.

2. When dark- ness veils His lov- ely face, I rest on His un- chang- ing grace. In ev- ery high and storm- y gale, My an- chor holds with- in the veil.

3. His oath, His cov- e- nant, His blood, Sup- port me in the whelm- ing flood. When all a- round my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.

4. When He shall come with trum- pet sound, Oh may I then in Him be found. Dressed in His right- eous- ness a- lone, Fault- less to stand be- fore the throne.