Verse 1
My hCope is built on notGhing less than JeFsus' blood and righCteousness
I daCre not trust the sweGetest frame, but whFolly lean on JeCsus' name
When darCkness veils His loGvely face, I rFest on His unchanCging grace
In evCery high and stoGrmy gale, my anFchor holds witChin the veil
Chorus
On ChCrist, the solid roFck I stand
All otCher ground is sinGking sand
All otFher ground is sinkGing sandC
His oaCth, His covGenant, His blood supFport me in the whelmCing flood
When aCll around my sGoul gives way, He tFhen is all my hCope and stay
Chorus
On ChCrist, the solid roFck I stand
All otCher ground is sinGking sand
All otFher ground is sinkGing sandC
When CHe shall come with truGmpet sound, O may FI then in HCim be found
Dressed iCn His righteGousness alone, faulFtless to stand befCore the throne
Chorus
On ChCrist, the solid roFck I stand
All otCher ground is sinGking sand
All otFher ground is sinkGing sandC