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?

Refrain

We have an an­chor that keeps the soul
Steadfast 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 that blast, thro’ strength divine.

Refrain

It will sure­ly hold in the Straits of Fear—
When the break­ers have told that the reef is near;
Though the tem­pest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an an­gry wave shall our bark o’er­flow.

Refrain

It will firm­ly 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.

Refrain

When our eyes be­hold through the ga­th’r­ing night
The ci­ty of gold, our har­bor bright,
We shall an­chor fast by the heav’n­ly shore,
With the storms all past for­ev­er­more.

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