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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Edward Mote, 1797-1874 |