Edward Mote V1 C V2 C V3 C V4 C [V1] My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. [C] Christ alone, Cornerstone Weak made strong in the Saviour's love Through the storm, He is Lord Lord of all [V2] When darkness veils his lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. [V3] 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. [V4] When he shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in him be found: dressed in his righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne.