MY ANCHOR HOLDS
1. Tho' the angry
surges roll
On my
tempest-driven soul,
I am peaceful, for
I know,
Wildly thought the
winds may blow,
I've an anchor safe
and sure,
That can evermore
endure.
Refrain
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.
2. Mighty tides
about me sweep,
Perils lurk within
the deep,
Angry clouds
o'er-shade the sky,
And tbe tempest
rises high;
Still I stand the
tempest's shock,
For my anchor grips
the Rock.
3. I can feel the
anchor fast
As I meet each
sudden blast,
And the cable,
though unseen,
Bears the heavy
strain between;
Thro' the storm l
safely ride,
Till the turning of
the tide.
4. 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.
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