|Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,|
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?
|We have an anchor that keeps the soul|
Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
|It is safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,|
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And the cables passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy the blast, through strength divine.
|It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,|
When the breakers have told the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.
|It will surely hold in the floods of death,|
When the waters cold chill our latest breath;
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the veil.
Keep Calm. God is Watching Over You.