On Christ the Solid Rock

AmMy hope is built on Emnothing less Am Em

AmThan Jesus blood and Emrighteousness; Am Em

FI dare not Gtrust the sweetest Amframe,

FBut wholly Glean on Jesus' AmName.



FOn Christ, the Gsolid Rock, I Amstand;

GAll other ground is sinking Amsand.


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

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
O may I then in Him be found
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!

Rev. Edward Mote, English Baptist minister, c. 1834