The Solid Rock

The Solid Rock
(Edward Mote and John B)

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His un___changing grace.
His oath, His cove_____nant, His blood|support me in the whelming flood;
When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
Dressed in His righteous___ness alone, fault___less to stand be_fore the throne.

On Christ, the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.