Anchor Your Bark

Look well to your ca­bles

my bro­ther

For sev­ered the faith strands may be;

Take heed lest you slip from your moor­ings

And storm tossed lie out on life’s sea.

Drifting away

drift­ing away

Far from the home of the blest;

Then an­chor your­self on the Christ-rock

For un­der its sha­dow is rest.

Concealed by the ga­ther­ing dark­ness

Are break­ers of sin just at hand;

O soul! there is ma­ny a dan­ger

To keep you from gain­ing the land.

So an­chor your bark to the Christ-rock

And ask the dear Je­sus to be

Your pi­lot

to guide you in safe­ty

To the shores of eter­ni­ty.