by Edward Mote, 1797-18741. My hope is built on nothing lessThan 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 veils His lovely face,I rest on His unchanging grace;In every high and stormy galeMy anchor holds within the veil.On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand.3. His oath, His covenant, and bloodSupport me in the whelming flood;When every earthly prop gives way,He then is all my...