My hope on nothing less is built
Than Jesus, and the blood He spilt;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on His blest name.

  On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
  All other ground is sinking sand,
  All other ground is sinking sand.

Should darkness seem to veil His face,
Unchanged is He, unchanged His grace;
In every high and stormy gale
Faith's anchor holds within the veil.

Eternally His promise stands,
My name is graven on His hands;
Let all around my soul give way,
He still abides my lasting stay.