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-- Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 7:24-27)"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 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. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."
Not even realizing as a child that there was a God, Edward Mote (1797-1874) later became a Baptist preacher. A Baptist church was built in Sussex, England and the church members lovingly presented Mote with the deed to the property.
His response: "I do not want the chapel; I only want the pulpit. And when I cease to preach Christ, then turn me out of that."
He preached there for twenty-one years. Before his death, he said,
"The truths I have been preaching, I am now living upon, and they do very well to die upon."
Rather than putting his hope in the building called church, he chose to put his hope in The Solid Rock and penned the hymn we now know by that name. We usually only see four stanzas, but there were originally six. I've included them at the bottom.
As you read through the lyrics, and I hope you will do so slowly and thoughtfully, ask yourself what we as a society, as a culture, tend to build our hope upon today. Upon what are the new churches being built? Upon what will our children build their hope? Upon what do we live? Upon what will we die?
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.
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
supports 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,
O may I then in Him be found!
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne!
Omitted stanzas:
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
'Midst all the hell I feel within,
on His completed work I lean.
I trust His righteous character,
His council, promise and His power;
His honor and His name's at stake,
to save me from the burning lake.
-- Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 7:24-27)"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 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. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."
Not even realizing as a child that there was a God, Edward Mote (1797-1874) later became a Baptist preacher. A Baptist church was built in Sussex, England and the church members lovingly presented Mote with the deed to the property.
His response: "I do not want the chapel; I only want the pulpit. And when I cease to preach Christ, then turn me out of that."
He preached there for twenty-one years. Before his death, he said,
"The truths I have been preaching, I am now living upon, and they do very well to die upon."
Rather than putting his hope in the building called church, he chose to put his hope in The Solid Rock and penned the hymn we now know by that name. We usually only see four stanzas, but there were originally six. I've included them at the bottom.
As you read through the lyrics, and I hope you will do so slowly and thoughtfully, ask yourself what we as a society, as a culture, tend to build our hope upon today. Upon what are the new churches being built? Upon what will our children build their hope? Upon what do we live? Upon what will we die?
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.
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
supports 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,
O may I then in Him be found!
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne!
Omitted stanzas:
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
'Midst all the hell I feel within,
on His completed work I lean.
I trust His righteous character,
His council, promise and His power;
His honor and His name's at stake,
to save me from the burning lake.
