Words by:  Edward Mote (1797-1874)

Music by:  William B. Bradbury (1816-1868) in 1863

Edward Mote was born in London in 1797. His parents managed a London pub and left Edward much to his own devices. "My Sundays were spent in the streets," said Edward of his younger years. "So ignorant was I that I did not know that there was a God."

A cabinetmaker by profession for thirty-seven years, when he was fifty-five, Mote became pastor of a Baptist church, which he helped to establish, in Horsham, Sussex. When offered the title to the church building by the grateful parishioners, Pastor Mote said, "I do not want the chapel, I only want the pulpit, and when I cease to preach Christ, then turn me out of that."

Edward Mote stepped down from his position at the Horsham Baptist church in 1873 when his health declined. He died the next year at seventy-seven years of age, having written over one hundred hymns during his lifetime.

Who knew a cabinetmaker, whose parents managed a pub in London and often neglected their son, would write such a beloved hymn about God’s grace?  Edward Mote lived a life that truly inspired many.  As Edward walked to work one day, words for a hymn began to bubble up in his mind, and by the time he arrived at the door, he could already sing the chorus.  He wrote four more verses that day and two more verses before he finished “The Solid Rock”.



Hymns of Glorious Praise, Springfield, Missouri:  Gospel Publishing House, 1969.

Edward Mote (1797-1874)          William B. Bradbury (1816-1868)

LYRICS:  The Solid Rock

  • 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. 
    • Refrain:
      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.
  • 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,
    Oh, may I then in Him be found;
    Dressed in His righteousness alone,
    Faultless to stand before the throne.