My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; And 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 seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. 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. On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When he shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found! Dressed in his righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne! On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.