My Anchor Holds (Martin)

Though the ang­ry surg­es roll

On my tem­pest driv­en soul

I am peace­ful

for I know

Wildly though the winds may blow

I’ve an an­chor safe and sure

That can ev­er­more en­dure.

And it holds

my an­chor holds:

Blow your wild­est

then

O gale

On my bark so small and frail;

By His grace I shall not fail

For my an­chor holds

my an­chor holds.

Mighty tides about me sweep

Perils lurk with­in the deep

Angry clouds o’er­shade the sky

And the tem­pest ris­es high;

Still I stand the tem­pest’s shock

For my an­chor grips the rock.

I can feel the an­chor fast

As I meet each sud­den blast

And the ca­ble

though un­seen

Bears the hea­vy strain be­tween;

Through the storm I safe­ly ride

Till the turn­ing of the tide.

Troubles al­most ’whelm the soul;

Griefs like bil­lows o’er me roll;

Tempters seek to lure as­tray;

Storms ob­scure the light of day:

But in Christ I can be bold

I’ve an an­chor that shall hold.