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?
Refrain
2
If
‘tis safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
For
’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And
the cables passed from His heart
to
thine,
Can
defy the blast, through strength divine.
3
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.
4
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.
5
When
our eyes behold, in the dawning light,
Shining
gates of pearl, our harbor bright;
We
shall anchor fast to the heav’nly shore,
With
the storms all past forevermore.