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
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
Though the tempest rage and the wild winds blow
Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow
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
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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
Alternate verse:
It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear
When the breakers tell that the reef is near
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow
Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow
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