My hope is built on nothing lessThan Jesus’ blood and righteousness;I dare not trust the sweetest frame,But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.When darkness veils His lovely face,I rest on His unchanging grace;In every high and stormy gale,My anchor holds within the veil.On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.His oath, His covenant, His bloodSupport me in the whelming flood;When all around my soul gives way,He then is all my hope and stay.On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.When He shall come with trumpet sound,Oh, 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.Edward Mote, William Batchelder Bradbury; Words: Public Domain;CCLI #4580240

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan’s fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.All o’er those wide extended plainsShines one eternal day;There God, the Son forever reigns,And scatters night away.I am bound, I am bound,I am bound for promised land. (repeat)No chilling winds nor poisonous breathCan reach that healthful shore;Sickness, sorrow, pain and death,Are felt and feared no more.I am bound, I am bound,I am bound for promised land. (repeat)When shall I reach that happy place,And be forever blest,Where shall I see my Father’s face,And in His bosom rest.I am bound, I am bound,I am bound for promised land. (repeat)Christopher Miner, Samuel Stennett; Words: Public Domain;CCLI #4580240

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;To His feet thy tribute bring.Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,Who like me His praise should sing?Praise Him, praise Him,Praise Him, praise Him,Praise the everlasting King. (repeat)Praise Him for His grace and favorTo our fathers in distress.Praise Him still the same forever,Slow to chide, and swift to bless.Praise Him, praise Him,Praise Him, praise Him,Glorious in His faithfulness. (repeat)Fatherlike He tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame He Knows.In His hands He gently bears us,Rescues us from all our foes.Praise Him, praise Him,Praise Him, praise Him,Widely as His mercy goes. (repeat)Angels help us to adore Him;Ye behold Him face to face;Sun and moon, bow down before Him,Dwellers all in time and space.Praise Him, praise Him,Praise Him, praise Him,Praise with us the God of grace. (repeat)David Cherwien, Henry Francis Lyte, John Goss; Words: Public Domain;CCLI #4580240

What gift of grace is Jesus, my redeemerThere is no more for Heaven now to giveHe is my joy, my righteousness, and freedomMy steadfast love, my deep and boundless peaceTo this I hold, my hope is only JesusFor my life is wholly bound to HisOh, how strange and divine, I can sing, “All is mine”Yet not I, but through Christ in meThe night is dark, but I am not forsakenFor by my side, the Savior, He will stayI labor on in weakness and rejoicingFor in my need, His power is displayedTo this I hold, my shepherd will defend meThrough the deepest valley, He will leadOh, the night has been won, and I shall overcomeYet not I, but through Christ in meNo fate I dread, I know I am forgivenThe future sure, the price, it has been paidFor Jesus bled and suffered for my pardonAnd He was raised to overthrow the graveTo this I hold, my sin has been defeatedJesus, now and ever is my pleaOh, the chains are released, I can sing, “I am free”Yet not I, but through Christ in meWith every breath, I long to follow JesusFor He has said that He will bring me homeAnd day by day, I know He will renew meUntil I stand with joy before the throneTo this I hold, my hope is only JesusAll the glory evermore to HimWhen the race is complete, still my lips shall repeatYet not I, but through Christ in meTo this I hold, my hope is only JesusAll the glory evermore to HimWhen the race is complete, still my lips shall repeatYet not I, but through Christ in meWhen the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat“Yet not I, but through Christ in me”Yet not I, but through Christ in meYet not I, but through Christ in meJonny Robinson, Michael Farren, Rich Thompson 2018 CityAlight MusicCCLI #4580240