STANZA 1
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
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.

STANZA 2
When darkness veils His lovely 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.

STANZA 3
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.

STANZA 4
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
oh, 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.

—Edward Mote, 1834