The Anchored Soul

I’m rest­ing so sweet­ly in Je­sus now!

I sail the wide seas no more;

The tem­pests may sweep

O’er the wild

stor­my deep—

I am safe where the storms come no more.

I have an­chored my soul in the hav­en of rest

I sail the wild seas no more

no more;

The tem­pests may sweep

O’er the wild

stor­my deep

But in Je­sus I’m safe ev­er­more

ev­er­more

But in Je­sus I’m safe ev­er­more.

O long on the ocean my bark was tossed

Where tem­pests and storms ne’er cease;

My heart was in fear

And no re­fuge was near

Till in Je­sus my soul found her peace.

How sweet in a hav­en of rest to hide!

No bil­lows of doubt or fear—

The oceans may roll

But there’s rest for the soul

When the voice of my Sav­ior is near.