534 - Will Your Anchor Hold?

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?


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 Savior’s love.

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.

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.

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.