1 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 Saviorâ€™s love.
2 It is safely moored, â€™twill the storm withstand,
For â€™tis well secured by the Saviorâ€™s hand;
And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy that blast, throâ€™ strength divine. (Chorus)
3 It will firmly 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 oâ€™erflow. (Chorus)
4 When our eyes behold through the gathâ€™ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavâ€™nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore. (Chorus)