By Holly Scheer I love to sing hymns. I sing them in the car (sorry people stuck driving with me), I sing them as I put my kids to bed, I hum them absentmindedly throughout my day. One I find myself coming back to quite frequently is, “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less” by Edward Mote. The text of the hymn, if you’re not familiar, is as follows: 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. 2. When…