We Have an Anchor

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.

It is safe­ly moored

’twill the storm with­stand

For ’tis well se­cured by the Sav­ior’s hand;

And the ca­bles

passed from His heart to mine

Can de­fy that blast

thro’ strength di­vine.

It will sure­ly hold in the Straits of Fear—

When the break­ers have told 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 through the ga­th’r­ing night

The ci­ty of gold

our har­bor bright

We shall an­chor fast by the heav’n­ly shore

With the storms all past for­ev­er­more.