On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand

DMy hope is built on nAothing less
Than GJesus' blood andA righteousDness
I dare not trust the swAeetest frame
But Gwholly lean on A7Jesus' nDame

DOn Christ the sGolid rock I stand
All Dother ground is Asinking sand
All Dother ground is A7sinking Dsand

DWhen darkness veils His lAovely face
I rGest on His uncAhanging Dgrace
In ev’ry high and sAtormy gale
My Ganchor holds witA7hin the Dveil

DHis oath His covenaAnt His blood
SupGport me in the Awhelming flDood
When all around my sAoul gives way
He tGhen is all my A7hope and sDtay

DWhen He shall come with trAumpet sound
Oh Gmay I then in AHim be fDound
Dressed in His righteousnAess alone
FaultlGess to stand befA7ore the thDrone

I hear the trumpet sounding
‘Tis the midnight hour
And the stars are falling
I must seek my bower

I hear the Bridegroom calling
From Mount Zion’s heights
I must flee to the mountain top