^CMy hope is built on ^Gnothing less Than ^FJesus' blood and ^Grighteous^Cness I dare not trust the sw^Geetest frame But ^Fwholly lean on ^GJesus' ^Cname

^COn Christ the solid ^Frock I stand All o^Amther ground is s^Aminking s^Gand All o^Fther ground is ^Gsinking ^Csa^Amnd ^{G C}

^CWhen darkness veils his ^Glovely face I ^Frest on his unc^Ghanging ^Cgrace In every high and s^Gtormy gale My ^Fanchor holds with^Gin the v^Ceil

^COn Christ the solid ^Frock I stand All o^Amther ground is s^Aminking s^Gand All o^Fther ground is ^Gsinking ^Csa^Amnd ^{G C}

His ^Coath, his coven^Gant, his blood Sup^Fports me in the ^Gwhelming ^Cflood When all around my so^Gul gives way He ^Fthen is all my ^Ghope and ^Cstay

^COn Christ the solid ^Frock I stand All o^Amther ground is s^Aminking s^Gand All o^Fther ground is ^Gsinking ^Csa^Amnd ^{G C}

^CWhen He shall call with ^Gtrumpet sound Oh m^Fay I then in ^Ghim be f^Cound Dressed In his righteous^Gness alone Fault^Fless to stand be^Gfore the ^Cthrone

^COn Christ the solid ^Frock I stand All o^Amther ground is s^Aminking s^Gand All o^Fther ground is ^Gsinking ^Csa^Amnd ^{G C}