My hope is built on nothing less

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My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus Christ, my 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.
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When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
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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.
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When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
In Him, my righteousness, alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
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Cynthia Amoako Baafi

Accrag, Ghana

Am all tears as am singing this hymns. Indeed Christ is my solid rock and all other problems in my life are sinking sand. I know as my Redeemer lives I will face tomorrow. God bless the composer of this hymn.


Ravyn

Greenville, Illinois, United States

This song is amazing.


Steven Price

Peterstown, WV, United States

Excellent, excellent song!


Paul

Nelspruit, Mpumalanga, South Africa

Standing on Jesus Christ the solid Rock, all the world's numerous problems are nothing but sinking sand. This is our assurance of salvation. God bless you Edward Mote for such inspiring words.


Samuel Nguru

Nairobi, Embu, Kenya

I thank God for the lyrics of this song, they are blessing to my soul—so refreshing.


Kwame

Alexandria, VA, United States

Yes as we await the glorious advent of our Lord and Savior, we can't but stand on the solid rock which Christ. Praise God for such a hymn.


Steve Miller

Detroit, MI, United States

The original 2nd line of the 1st stanza says,

Than Jesus' blood and righteousness.

Here is what the author of this hymn wrote about his writing of it:

One morn­ing it came into my mind as I went to la­bour, to write an hymn on the ‘Gra­cious Ex­per­i­ence of a Christ­ian.’ As I went up Hol­born I had the chor­us,

‘On Christ the solid Rock I stand,

All other ground is sinking sand.’

In the day I had four first vers­es com­plete, and wrote them off. On the Sab­bath fol­low­ing I met bro­ther King as I came out of Lisle Street Meet­ing…who in­formed me that his wife was ve­ry ill, and asked me to call and see her. I had an ear­ly tea, and called af­ter­wards. He said that it was his usu­al custom to sing a hymn, read a por­tion, and en­gage in pray­er, be­fore he went to meet­ing. He looked for his hymn-book but could find it no­where. I said, ‘I have some vers­es in my pock­et; if he liked, we would sing them.’ We did, and his wife en­joyed them so much, that af­ter ser­vice he asked me, as a fa­vour, to leave a co­py of them for his wife. I went home, and by the fire­side com­posed the last two vers­es, wrote the whole off, and took them to sis­ter King…As these vers­es so met the dy­ing wo­man’s case, my at­ten­tion to them was the more ar­rest­ed, and I had a thou­sand print­ed for dis­tr­ibu­tion. I sent one to the Spir­it­u­al Mag­a­zine, with­out my ini­tials, which ap­peared some time af­ter this. Bro­ther Rees, of Crown Street, So­ho, brought out an edi­tion of hymns [1836], and this hymn was in it. Da­vid Den­ham in­tro­duced it [1837] with Rees’ name, and others af­ter…Your in­sert­ing this brief out­line may in fu­ture shield me from the charge of stealth, and be a vin­di­ca­tion of truth­ful­ness in my con­nect­ion with the Church of God.

Edward Mote

Let­ter to the Gos­pel Her­ald


Emmanuel

Kaduna, Nigeria

The Lord has shown me in every facet of life that just as the darkest time of the night is the closest to daybreak so the darkest time of my life is the closest I am to Him. PRAISE THE LORD!


Pearlene

Accra, Ghana

Christ is indeed our solid rock. He has been faithful even when I have not. He loved me unconditionally and has been my rock in times where there was no hope because His word does not go and come back void until it has accomplished it purpose. What an awesome God we serve.


Ebube

Enugu, Nigeria

Truly all other ground is sinking sand. Some may trust in horses, some may trust in chariots, but we trust in the name of our God. Tears are on my eyes as I sing this song.

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