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| My Hope Is Built |
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| 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. |
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| On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; |
| All other ground is sinking sand, |
| All other ground is sinking sand. |
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| When darkness veils His lovely face, |
| I rest on His unchanging grace; |
| In every high and stormy gale, |
| My anchor holds within the veil. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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