The Solid Rock by Edward Mote ST. MARTINS—Thomas Tallis The Solid Rock 1 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. 2 When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace. Through every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. 3 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.