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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.
 
2  When darkness seems to veil His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
 
3  His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the ’whelming flood:
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
 
4  When I shall launch in worlds unseen
O may I then be found in Him,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before His throne.
 
Edward Mote, 1797-1874