I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.
3 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.
4 When he shall come with trumpet sound.
O, may I then in him be found;
Dressed in his righteousness alone,