Look well to your ca­bles, my bro­ther,
For se­vered the faith strands may be;
Take heed lest you slip from your moor­ings,
And storm tossed lie out on life’s sea.

Refrain

Drifting away, drift­ing away,
Far from the home of the blest;
Then an­chor your­self on the Christ-rock
For un­der its sha­dow is rest.

Concealed by the ga­ther­ing dark­ness,
Are break­ers of sin just at hand;
O soul! there is ma­ny a dan­ger
To keep you from gain­ing the land.

Refrain

So an­chor your bark to the Christ-rock,
And ask the dear Je­sus to be
Your pi­lot, to guide you in safe­ty
To the shores of eter­ni­ty.

Refrain