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 you’re anchor drift or firm remain?
Will it firmly hold in the straits of fear?
When the breakers tell that the reef is near;
For when the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Will you’re anchor drift and loose its hold
CHORUS
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 Saviour’s love
It will surely 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.
