Will your anchor hold in the storms
When the clouds unfold their wings
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
If ‘tis safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And the cables passed from His heart
Can defy the blast, through strength divine.
It will surely hold in the straits of Fear,
When the breakers tell that the reef
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.
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.
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.