Words: Ed­ward Mote, cir­ca 1834; first ap­peared in Mote’s Hymns of Praise, 1836. Music: Sol­id Rock,
Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1863.
 
   F                C
My hope is built on nothing less
     Bb               F
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
                     C
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
    Bb             F
but wholly lean in Jesus’ Name.
   F                Bb
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
    F               C
All other ground is sinking sand;
    F               C7      F
All other ground is sinking sand.
     F                 C
When darkness seems to hide His face,
  Bb              F    
I rest on His un- changing grace.
                  C
In every high and stormy gale,
   Bb                 F
My anchor holds with- in the veil.
   F                Bb
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
    F               C
All other ground is sinking sand;
    F               C7      F
All other ground is sinking sand.
    F               C
His oath, His cove- nant, His blood,
     Bb             F
Sup- port me in the whelming flood.
                   C
When all around my soul gives way,
   Bb             F
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
   F                Bb
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
    F               C
All other ground is sinking sand;
    F               C7      F
All other ground is sinking sand.
     F                  C
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
   Bb            F
Oh may I then in Him be found.
                          C
Dressed in His righteous- ness alone,
       Bb                F
Fault- less to stand be- fore the throne.
   F                Bb
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
    F               C
All other ground is sinking sand;
    F               C7      F
All other ground is sinking sand.