1  My hope is built on nothing less

    Than Jesus Christ, my righteousness;

    I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

    But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

 2  When darkness veils His lovely face,

    I rest on His unchanging grace;

    In every high and stormy gale,

    My anchor holds within the veil.

 3  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.

 4  When He shall come with trumpet sound,

    Oh, may I then in Him be found;

    In Him, my righteousness, alone,

    Faultless to stand before the throne.