I built my house upon a rock,
(Faith’s strong foundation firm and sure,)
Fixed my abode, the heaviest shock
Of time and tempest to endure.
Nor small, nor large, nor low, nor high,
Midway it stands upon the steep,
Beneath the storm-mark of the sky,
Above the flood-mark of the deep.
And here I humbly wait, while He
Who pluck’d me from the lowest hell,