My Anchor Holds

Though the angry surges roll On my tempest-driven soul,

I am peaceful, for I know, Wildly though the winds may blow,

I've an anchor safe and sure, That can evermore endure.

And it holds, my anchor holds;

Mighty tides about me sweep, Perils lurk within the deep,

Angry clouds o'er shade the sky, And the tempest rises high;

Still I stand the tempest's shock, For my anchor grips the Rock.

And it holds, my anchor holds;

Blow your wildest then, O gale, On my bark so small and frail:

By his grace I shall not fail, For my anchor holds, my anchor holds. (END)

I can feel the anchor fast As I meet each sudden blast,

And the cable, though unseen, Bears the heavy strain between;

Through the storm I safely ride, Till the turning of the tide.

And it holds, my anchor holds;

Troubles almost 'whelm the soul; Griefs like billows o'er me roll;

Tempters seek to lure astray; Storms obscure the light of day:

But in Christ I can be bold, I've an anchor that shall hold.

And it holds, my anchor holds;