The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.@Matthew 7:25–26
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Edward Mote (1797–1874)

Ed­ward Mote, cir­ca 1834. First pub­lished in Mote’s Hymns of Praise, 1836.

Sol­id Rock Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1863 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William B. Bradbury (1816–1868)

One morn­ing it came in­to my mind as I went to la­bour, to write an hymn on the ‘Gra­cious Ex­per­i­ence of a Chris­tian.’ As I went up Hol­born I had the chorus,

‘On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.’

In the day I had four first vers­es com­plete, and wrote them off. On the Sab­bath fol­low­ing I met bro­ther King as I came out of Lisle Street Meet­ing…who in­formed me that his wife was ve­ry ill, and asked me to call and see her. I had an ear­ly tea, and called af­ter­wards.

He said that it was his usu­al custom to sing a hymn, read a por­tion, and en­gage in pray­er, be­fore he went to meet­ing. He looked for his hymn-book but could find it no­where. I said, ‘I have some vers­es in my pock­et; if he liked, we would sing them.’

We did, and his wife en­joyed them so much, that af­ter ser­vice he asked me, as a fa­vour, to leave a copy of them for his wife. I went home, and by the fire­side com­posed the last two verses, wrote the whole off, and took them to sis­ter King…

As these verses so met the dy­ing wo­man’s case, my at­ten­tion to them was the more ar­rest­ed, and I had a thou­sand print­ed for dis­tr­ibu­tion.

I sent one to the Spir­it­u­al Ma­ga­zine, with­out my initials, which ap­peared some time af­ter this. Brother Rees, of Crown Street, So­ho, brought out an ed­i­tion of hymns [1836], and this hymn was in it. Da­vid Den­ham in­tro­duced it [1837] with Rees’ name, and oth­ers after…

Your in­sert­ing this brief out­line may in fu­ture shield me from the charge of stealth, and be a vin­di­ca­tion of truth­ful­ness in my con­nec­tion with the Church of God.

Edward Mote
Letter to the Gos­pel Her­ald

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ name.

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On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

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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.

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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.

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