My Hope is Built on Nothing Less

When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.

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

His oath, His covenant, His blood supports me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.

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