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Edward Mote
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
When darkness veils His lovely face I rest on His unchanging grace In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil
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
When He shall come with trumpet sound O may I then in Him be found Dressed in His righteousness alone Faultless to stand before the throne
On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand