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. When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace. In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil. 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. 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. On Christ, the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.ربي لست أعلم Milost, láska Tvoje, Pane Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather Up the Crumbs Osy kún, jaratyldy Ty si môj Boh ఇంతలోనే కనబడి Не дай любви остыть Брат верь Верь без смущенья yạ ṭbyby Ó Bože náš
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