Let Go the Anchor

Land ahead! its fruits are wav­ing

O’er the hills of fade­less green;

And the liv­ing wa­ters lav­ing

Shores where heav’n­ly forms are seen.

Rocks and storms I’ll fear no more

When on that eter­nal shore;

Drop the an­chor! Furl the sail!

I am safe with­in the veil!

Onward

bark! the cape I’m round­ing;

See the bless­èd wave their hands;

Hear the harps of God re­sound­ing

From the bright im­mor­tal bands.

There

let go the an­chor

rid­ing

On this calm and sil­very bay;

Seaward fast the tide is glid­ing

Shores in sun­light stretch away.

Now we’re safe from all temp­ta­tion

All the storms of life are past;

Praise the Rock of our sal­va­tion

We are safe at home at last.